Im in awe of the N+1 advice columnist, Kristin Dombek. Just in awe. She writes, That this happens to lots of people, all the time, is the furthest thing from comfort. As I think about your question, Leonard Cohen sings into my ears that “love is not a victory march,” that it’s a “cold and broken hallelujah.” I space out, I start thinking of other betrayals, I face the fact that maybe this is all there is, and then, moments later, there is Phosphorescent: “I know love as a caging thing / Just a killer come to call from some awful dream.” But shut up, Leonard Cohen, and Matthew Houck, and everyone on my playlist: Shut up. Why is this always happening? Haven’t we had enough of people devastating one another? How can we be expected to keep loving again if whenever we manage to become generous and naked and pimpled or fat or skinny and drunk and orgasmic enough to really enter the world of another and invite that person into ours, and make a new world in the process, one or the other of us will eventually, inevitably make that new world feel entirely like a fake? No more breakups, I say. No more. https://nplusonemag/issue-19/essays/the-help-desk-2/
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 20:08:27 +0000
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