Sunshine State

Nostalgia here is not about old photographs and the smell of cinnamon. It is salty and damp, like the air before a storm. It all starts with resentment towards Florida, but ends almost like a prayer - that someone, someday, will hear, understand, and stay. In this track, childhood is somewhere in the back seat of a car, growing up is in every ‘unspoken agreement,’ and love is like an evacuation before a hurricane: sudden, frightening, and yet salvific.