We spent the rest of the day and evening listening to songs, to absorb the energy, to float some more, uninterested in where we’ll land or what state we’ll be in when we do. It’s the beauty and commitment of that process, especially for a collective like us. 40-minute songs aren’t a rarity, so it’s quite an emotional journey, lived in fragments of poignant souvenirs and designed to be envisioned in a projected version of our future selves. If it was about sequencing what I believe are our best 8 to 10 songs, the process would be entirely unemotional. I’m not into assemblage, I’m into collages of fragments and pieces, fractures and damages, old peeled-up sensations, and fresh clamors. Life, life, life.