Charlee Remitz

It was my third trek to Richmond and, by this point, I was a local.  I had all my favorite spots. The health food store where I got a green smoothie every morning. The restaurant, where I found myself sat at the bar catching up with a bartender, who, during my first visit, timidly mentioned his wife was pregnant, during my second visit, was a man in wait, and during my third visit, was a first-time father. The take-out places I trusted for something good and quick, like a poké bowl or a plate...

After lo these many years of being chronically online, I experienced what can only be described as a catastrophic uptick in online popularity, and I was woefully unprepared for the attentiveness this incident would require of me. In Week 1’s essay, I discussed what recording new music would mean for my ability to positively engage with my first album, Ageless , and how grinding it to a pulp on social media provided a sort of severance, whereas time would need to elapse before I could...