i am a gentle, pathetic mess, and will keep listening to bon iver to prepare myself for winter. when the heart hibernates. it goes in early, and slowly starts waking up towards the end of january in time to receive some kitsch. if any. (you know when you wake up on the weekend and you realize it's only nine, so you fall asleep and wake up repeatedly until you decide that noon is late enough? that kind of waking up.)