The Conditions of Will

by Jessa Hastings

The idea that it ends—that it all ends—that everything you spend your life doing and building toward one day amounts to actually nothing the second you take your last breath.

he’s what all the songs are singing about.

This is what music exists for. This is why the birds sing. This is why the tide pulls and the water falls. It’s why the sun rises and it’s why the moon hangs there all ghosty white.