New York City, the great compressor of time and space, can also become a compressor of memory. Today I start on a mission to decompress mine.
Ghosting and God Florence wrote Big God after she felt ghosted by a potential lover. Ghosting, for those unfamiliar with the term, is slang for when a friend or lover decisively and unilaterally cuts all forms of communication. The song, however, quickly moves from this seemingly everyday slant to a profound psychological and theological question. […]