Over the last several weeks, I have returned to Neroli, as I do every summer. I am presently working on Love What Lasts, my fourth book. Love What Lasts began as a book about art, but is quickly becoming a clearinghouse for every idea I’ve had since finishing How To Be Unlucky.
Regardless, Neroli has been my writing music for three years now. It sounds as good as ever, even on my 30th listen of the week.
There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. 