The Weeknd has once again returned to the booth.
When My Dear Melancholy, dropped, the more astute observed the deliberately ambiguous comma, and wondered whether the unfinished sentence signified a saga of sorts. In fact, rumors of a second project by the name of We’re Alone Together spread and soon fizzled. Though perhaps what some might call a “reach,” such speculation speaks to The Weeknd’s creativity. And while we never actually landed the fabled sequel, perhaps the old adage “better late than never” need be applied.
If a picture says a thousand words, perhaps we can infer that Weeknd has forsaken the drama, the models, and those love and lost. Yet in reality, heartbreak and hedonism seem to be a driving force behind his pen. Could one exist without the other? Some answers are better left unsaid.