The New Me reigns as another in a hopefully long line of painfully perfect odes to the insecure, the apathetic, the depressed, and the uninspired.
Feels like: When you forget your phone and have to spend hours in a room without a distraction from your own unraveling thoughts. Song pairing: “Avant Gardener” by Courtney Barnett. “Of course it’s expressive–what could be more arousing than inexplicable disdain my God.” There’s not much to say plot-wise about Claire-Louise Bennett’s Pond. I mean, […]