Lately and now I’m listening to Laura Veirs Found Light for the way it taps a vein of feeling that just now recalls to me Dark Dark Dark’s Wild Go. The slipstream of a headache is chasing me to sleep, and I wonder if death will truly be the relief that I’m entertaining these days of what that final end entails. I saw my dad’s face today in just-woken half-sleep over a belated birthday video call and was struck in my mind’s back-channel by our years showing there. Still there’s some otherness that calls with the inkling joy of the days ahead I can’t see but feel.