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The Natural World Operates By Its Own Set Of Rules. The Animal World, All The Places That Are Feral And Ungovernable, That's Where I Find A Lot Of Inspiration. There Is Just As Much Beauty There, But There Is Also Decay And Violence.

It Does Feel Great To Be Writing, But The Process Is Sometimes Excruciating.

I've Noticed That As Someone Who Has Done Music And Creative Things In Washington State And Portland, To Kind Of Toot Your Own Horn, Or Admit, "i'm Going For It. I'm Hustling," Is Not Exactly The Norm. Which Is Weird, Because You Go To New York, Or La, Or Anywhere Else, You've Got To Be Gunning For It - And You Should Be - You're Part Of A Fast-moving Stream Of Other People Who Are Really Ambitious. People Move Here To Work Less. So, To Say That You're Hustling All The Time, And Going For It, Is Kind Of A Little Bit Against The Grain Here.

I Think Grief Is A Step Towards Strength Because It Allows You To Be Porous And Take Everything In, And Have It Transform You. What Will Sit Within You Is Despairing, But At Least It's Feeling. You're Not Numb. Grief Is Sort Of The Allowance Of Feeling.

I Think That There's Always An Assumption, When A Band Goes On Hiatus Or Stops Playing, That There's Some Acrimony Brewing Under The Surface.