It’s really interesting how I seem to have completely changed my entire relationship to art, and especially music, so quickly. An honest outpouring of emotion in song, which formerly would have brought goosebumps at best, now produces a twinning effect in me. I feel that emotion fully myself. Lack of emotional honesty, of truth, in a song now produces almost the same level of disgust in me as lack of skill used to. I have cried more often in the last month than I had in the five years prior, just listening to old songs I’ve heard a hundred times before.

Having your life completely uprooted, or realizing that it has been for some time, can have the strangest effects on people.