Anti-natalism. For many years I thought people should really, seriously not reproduce. Then I heard “Rust” by Yussef Dayes and “Inner Flight” by Makaya McCraven. I’ve loved music my whole life, but for whatever reason these two hit different. If people having kids leads to those kids making art like this, then maybe it’s alright.

As a child refugee who has moved around a bunch, I completely agree. I was never inducted into community, never shown how to establish this vital component of a pleasurable life. And some part of me understands that community doesn’t just appear, you have to work at it to find the people you want to be around, but how does that happen? Not in the logistical sense, that I understand how to approach, but in the relational sense. How does one begin to belong having never felt belonging in the first place?