the adults in the room - by Helena Fitzgerald - Griefbacon
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The National's new album, and how to live beyond our own bad hearts
very grateful to this street-art advertising on grand & broome for giving me an image to use for this piece I should be better than this by now. I’m not supposed to want this kind of stuff anymore. I’m supposed to be past it; I’m trying to live up in the light. It’s true that pain polishes the edges of the streets and the subway stations, and makes their colors and angles sing. Feeling broken-hearted is a way to feel young again, sometimes, and sometimes sorrow can light up every avenue that stretches downtown toward a vanishing point. I used to choose the things most likely to hurt me, on…
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