May 12, 2026 · Brooklyn, NY

I had a really shitty week. I’m still glad I drove over 60 hours just to see Annabelle Dinda. For the short while I was present, nothing else mattered except me and the music. It was spiritual. I was in it. For a short while, I felt very close to something bigger than myself in a way I haven’t felt as clearly before. I’ve been able to tap into that feeling since. Maybe silly to everyone else, meaningful to me. I am a writer lost for words.