Put the Kettle On and Cry

If you’re currently in a good mood: my condolences, that ends here. William Fitzsimmons—a man constructed almost entirely out of beard and sadness—has a song called If You Would Come Back Home that is so quietly, methodically devastating that fighting it feels like bad manners. The melody sways like something in the process of letting go. The images in the lyrics arrive gently and then refuse to leave. His voice sits in your ribcage like a stone you forgot you swallowed. If you’re already deep in the misery of bad weather, underpaid work, or unreturned love—carry on. This one was made for you.