I feel in many ways like I’ve been waiting my entire life to write For Rye. It is a release of nihilistic anxieties; a war cry, of sorts. On Monday we enter release week, and on Friday the 9th For Rye is released. Talk about the end of a journey.
And here we are, rolling and tumbling through 2021, scrambling for that light at the end of the tunnel we’ve all been promised. Let’s forget about such arbitrary numbers; there may be no finish line awaiting us out of the global mess of 2020’s pandemic, but rather a winding path through the trees, leading us out of this creepy, crawly forest of misfortune one step at a time.