If you have a blog that explores nostalgia, you’re contractually obligated to like and share music by Lana Del Rey.
On a level deeper beneath the surface, her music helps me navigate the experience of being a public woman. Here, where I am Content, people expect me to be specifically what they want, nothing more or less. My laugh is irritating, I sure don’t look like a historian, I must be an intern at the nonprofit I run, I sound like a failed comedian, I am too white, I am too woke, I am not enough but I am also too much.
“It’s not about having someone to love me anymore. This is the experience of being an American whore.” Drops beat around 4:10.
Nostos Algos 