when I listen to some of the best albums of the past decade, I find that many of them are wrenched from the recording artist’s depression, loneliness, grief, or anger, emotions that I have no intention of occupying, but am transported to upon listening, regardless of the circumstances of my reality: Fiona Apple’s Fetch The Bolt Cutters; Solange’s A Seat at The Table; Lana Del Rey’s Norman Fucking Rockwell; Kendrick Lamar’s DAMN; Bon Iver’s I, I; Kelela’s Raven. Even Bad Bunny’s much-celebrated Debí Tirar Más Fotos is ultimately an album about mourning.