Thinking about how music connects with my nonhumanity today.

This is one of the first songs that became heavily tethered to my animal feelings. I used to listen to it on repeat when I was young, imagining myself as a wolf on a foggy peninsula. The mist resting on my fur. My paws on the wet sand and dirt.

I wish I could go back and tell my little self that there was just as much weight to my feelings as I thought there was, that I wasn't just childish and imaginative. That it mattered when I felt that pull in my heart when I listened to that specific song, watched that specific movie, had that specific thought. I would tell myself that it's okay to hold on to that feeling and not push it down as much as possible.

Media and art are such incredible tools for realizing the self. I wouldn't know who I am without seeing artwork that truly made me feel seen like this song did when I was little.