Today I was in the neighborhood cafe I always go to (it’s become eerily empty as does all of young-person-Brooklyn at holiday time) wanting to y’know, die, because this cruel paper’s deadline looms so near and the going’s going slow (so slow, too slow) but then the barista (my favorite one) played this and everything was ok, briefly. (And yeah, yeah Sleigh Bells, we know).
Casey Nissa Hedstrom
The grad student blues. California raised, Brooklyn based.
