I say ‘just’ a lot. I just can’t wait, I just think this, I just want that, I just don’t know. Just just just. There is nothing just about the way I feel though. I fall hard and fast. No half measures, all or nothing…all of those clichés. Everything LOUD, BRIGHT, FULL ON. I wear myself out. My heart can’t take it. The xx always make things better though. Listening is like two hands on my shoulders, forcing me to sit and pause. To breathe. Album of the year, hands down.