ML

When ML wrote La Fête, she was literally lying in the grass at a party. Her thoughts were everywhere,  just not there. Too much had happened in a short time. Instead of staying, she chose to leave and walk home. That night, La Fête was written. “It’s not a general state of sadness, but a very specific, fleeting emotion tied to that particular evening.” After a longer pause, La Fête feels like the beginning of something new.