night hunters
I had forgotten, but
the city is a pressure behind my eyes and
within the bridge of my nose and
at the intersection of my spine and my skull
and when the sky is this low
the city smells like nothing
looks like milky icicles
meeting themselves, one degree warmer,
opposite what they used to be
and sometimes the city is as perfect and beautiful
as a chain link fence’s rusted equilibrium
but the city is still coating the inside of my head with itself
and at first I thought the weight was to be blamed
on the length of my hair
so I cut it off one morning with a pair of ancient scissors
convinced that they would whisper
old words or new worlds
into my mostly open ears
but the sound of dead hair beneath such sharp blades
is less of a whisper
and more of a sigh
and more like the first breath taken
upon surfacing from the bottom of some dark body of water
and I had forgotten, but
I’m somewhere beneath it still
I am so overwhelmed, on June 4 I will be sharing the same air as this music. If you are in Montreal, come to The Plant to sit on the floor and lose your body/find something far better.
this beauty
combined with the sound of many people quietly cross-legged and a snow storm dying outside / and I am eternally grateful and my heart is sometimes so full
l i s t en & s t o p c r y i n g & l o v e e v e r y t h i n g
WINTERCOATS // HEARTFUL is now available as a PAYP download.
1. Heirloom
2. Halogen Moon
3. Burial
4. Everyone Seems To Be In On Something
5. Voyage
6. Heartful (Burial Reprise)
Thank you to Tom, Matty B, Dave, Emma, Sophie and Ash (and Wayne), Jeff, Sandra, all at Cascine and Astral People, Leigh, Joe, The Gate, and to Sean W.
Thank you <3 <3 <3JW
coconut hexagons
golden pulp
and now my mind and my words exist in another url
if you’re in montreal this friday
my heart is floating on a multi-coloured cloud somewhere over japan
b r i n g m e h e r e
Ad campagne preview for jewelry made by Brooke Persich