out of the woods: a folklore essay

In the quiet of night, with the only light being from fairy lights taped to the wall, reminders of Christmas long past, the cat sleeping quietly at the end of the bed. With my eyes closed, with headphones on to quiet the rattle of the fan, this is the way I have listened to records for the longest time – since adolescence, playing Tori Amos CDs in the shadow of the person I had not yet grown...