The title makes it sound like this post is going to be a critical theory of culture essay, when in reality it’s just a space for me to make mention of the fact that Robyn has taken on a more emotionally significant role in my playlists that she never has before.
The essay would probably propose a thesis as to why this is; this post, sadly, will not, ending instead with nothing more than a request to re-listen to “With Every Heartbeat” in a dark room, with a candle flickering, like your older sibling may have suggested you do with Zeppelin.
