Rather than simply repeating the wrecking-ball momentum and fist-shaking incredulity of his previous work, WHO WATERS THE WILTING GIVING TREE takes a fairly intimate view of the usually enigmatic $ilk.
"The lure of travel, I thought, is only the lure of illusion, the mistaken belief that in a new country with different people and different ways, we can escape the confines of ourselves..."
A lot of stuff with my family ended up becoming public, and it unraveled. It played with my peace, played with my emotions. I think that ended up carrying out onto the field, not being able to focus.