I think the greatest value of art, and maybe the only real value of art is that in it, we find comfort, and through it, we can reach out to one another. Art is the epitome of what makes us human, and when we practice art or appreciate it, we are making one another less alone in our humanity.
A friend suggested I should write a letter to my younger self and read it every time I start to beat myself up about the past. Yeah, well … I’m working on that. But until then, here are some songs.