If I rarely pay much attention to the \u201cbest of\u201d lists published on every possible entertainment platform at this time of the year, I nonetheless found an interesting exercise to look into what has been my creative companions over the last 12 months. It\u2019s even more singular to think it through, as those albums, books, and movies are usually a pretty faithful representation of my emotional journey this past year and are also a vivid reflection of the affective stream my life has been during that specific period of time.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>Therefore, as puzzling as it felt at first, I came to realize that it wasn\u2019t as easy as I thought it would to assemble my personal favorite lists this year. Strangely, I don\u2019t have too many recollections of what last year has been for me prior to getting back on the road with The Pineapple Thief. While it\u2019s not rare for me to lose track of time, besides the blessings that I had to share new projects with you all, early 2021 seems a little blurry. So I had to do a little digging, especially regarding music, as I tend to listen to a new album, whenever possible, on vinyl first, and I have way more unwrapped records piled up everywhere than the number I could spin on my turntable\u2026 This made the compiling process a very fascinating voyage of its own somehow.\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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