For the majority of my time on this earth, deciding which song was my favorite was a fairly easy task. My mind needed only to sift through a handful of artists, and needed only to deliberate between a modicum of songs. Throughout my childhood, the basis for my favorite song…

As the wind winds its way through the vacant city streets below, a man sits quietly two stories above. His wrinkled face is illuminated by the multitude of candles that fill the room, a room where he feels both at home and like an alien, at ease and uncomfortable. The…