Only Your Cat Loves You

Here I am, alone at home, sitting with a question I can’t quite shape. There were parties I could have gone to. Friends I actually like. And still I’m here, in the quiet, wondering when exactly this became my preferred option.

The cat thought has started circling. Not seriously—but the fact that it’s circling at all means something. This playlist: soft cuts and rough ones in equal measure, for the moments when you need something to pull you back into being a person again.