the last time i was truly surprised by something, it was when taylor swift released her eight album folklore in july of 2020, in the middle of a summer that never seemed to end. it revitalized me in this strange, alchemic way that reminded me of who i was in the past muddled with whatever i was in the present. at the end of this year, folklore said she had a sad older sister, and evermore became another surprise release. the second time i was truly surprised.
the trying times of this year has brought us not one, but two, surprise cabin-in-the-woods albums from taylor. and somehow, it was everything we needed to get through isolation in this cold winter. folklore was the fading light from a dissipating source of warmth; evermore is the frost from the chill that never left.