I had the fortune of attending Coachella this Sunday, the last day of the ever expanding musical festival in Indio, ca. Watching bands like Thee Oh Sees and Father John Misty show me there is hope. Watching bands like Dinosaur Jr and Dead Can Dance remind me that good things can last. Doing my best to find the occasion to rise for. Holding on to the demonstrations of my respected peers. Getting lost in the sea of false starts, entitled single white men and my own tendency to go with my heart.
////// all I have is my own honesty





