I’m sick of my reflection—
Always laughing at me, sneering…

Hollows is dramatic and forceful and dark. I was playing around with the concept of using this idea of hearing voices in my head and hallucinating to depict a difficult, anxiety-fraught time in my life.

I’m telling the story about how I lost my mind, but slowly rediscovered it along with a few new tricks.

I wanted the ad-libs WAY louder to represent the chaos in my head, but the subtler, more subdued ad-libs which made it to the final version grew on me.

“talkin to my therapist

he give me insights I might miss

unlike the feelin that my insides

wanna leave this wretched prison”

The wretched prison for my insides is...me. And that was a pervasive feeling. I actually referred to my body as a meat suit—unironically—for a short period of time. That’s not me trying to be edgy, I was depersonalizing or dissociating or something like that. It was suuuuper disconcerting. But therapy helped me with that and a slew of other things.

I’m grateful for the progress I made: I really was going crazy at the time, and I’m feeling more stable nowadays.

But that little break from reality inspired a banger…

Go listen to Hollows here: