Haunt was written during the unsettling center of the pandemic. We were all snuggled deeply into the isolation phase and things were quiet. Much too quiet. So achingly quiet, that I started to wonder if I was a tree in a forest and if there were anyone around to hear my wailing, would I even make a sound? Was my existence a thing?

I started to feel that my house was becoming sick of my shit. I was FULLY sick of my own shit.

On top of that, I was traveling back and forth to the farm, where my beloved van is convalescing to do various odds-and-ends work on her and just to get off of the hamster wheel for a while.

The problem was, whenever I would visit the farm during the "before times," it was typically humming with activity. Bodies were everywhere making themselves known. The kitchen was heavy with humid heat, ripe and seasonal produce was being brought in raw, transformed, and rushed out to grateful hands attached to bodies that were either splashing in the creek, dancing on the dirt, or singing to live music in the sheep shed.

The place was always ALIVE.

Unlike this time when I was there alone, sipping bourbon in a stony, silent kitchen with the farm dog, Artemis, reminding me that I'm present enough to provide pets.

Haunt was a way of addressing a deep longing for connection. If we aren't able to move about freely in our lives as we once did, are we any less of a presence in the world?

If this concept doesn't speak to your experience, say, if you quite enjoyed the enforced solitude and reflection, the song can also be a sort of "choose-your-own-adventure" where you could listen to it as if you are being "ghosted" by a love interest.

Either way, I hope you enjoy this one. It was a true companion to me in a period of dark isolation and I'm very proud that it chose me as its vessel into this realm.