AYD Weekly | There Was No Famine

The time to think and say something about Sinead O’Connor — who is, not was but is, vastly important to me — that time is now. I’ve been thinking about Sinead, especially these past several weeks, for reasons we all almost certainly understand. And so, today, an essay focusing on an album and a night I spent painting and what there is to know about a hurting heart that beat for too short a time among us.