Taylor Swift dropped a new album on Friday and it is amazing and devastating all at the same time.
So much to unpack. This is an album created in quarantine. Both a return to her earlier pre-pop roots and an exploration into new territory for Taylor. It is a reflection of the strange times we find ourselves in. A time when “the lines between fantasy and reality blur and the boundaries between truth and fiction become almost indiscernible.”
I have many thoughts after having listened at least a half dozen times already. Those however are for another day, time, or person.
Last Book Read: 30. Say Nothing: A True Story of Murder and Memory in Northern Ireland by Patrick Radden Keefe. A telling of history during the troubles in Northern Ireland. Specifically, the story behind one of the “disappeared.” 464 pages. (Finished 26 Jul 2020).
Last Book Read:
22. Killing Commendatore by Haruki Murakami. A thirties-ish painter is left by his wife and leaves his past life behind in the aftermath. Eventually moving into the house of his friends father (a famous painter in his own right), he discovers a never seen painting as well as his own desire for painting again. What happens afterwards is pure Murakami. 688 pages. (Finished 29 Dec 2018).
Like you’re walking along as always, sure you’re on the right path, when the path suddenly vanishes, and you’re facing an empty space, no sense of direction, no clue where to go, and you just keep trudging along. That’s what it feels like.