This my favorite album released this year. A sonically vibrant and distinctive self-portrait of shame and acceptance.
SZA’s mother bookends the album. At the beginning:
That’s my greatest fear: that if I lost control, or didn’t have control, things would just be… you know… Fatal.
At the end:
And if it’s an illusion, I don’t want to wake up. I’m gonna hang on to it. Because the alternative is an abyss, is just a hole, a darkness, a nothingness. Who wants that? You know? So that’s what I think about control, and that’s my story, and I’m stickin’ to it!
Sounds like she’s been reading Kahneman too.