“They talked no longer of love, but only of like. Talk of love made them feel banished and of the dark-ages. Like was beginning and new; like was when you grew wings that make you lithe and interesting; love was when those wings kept growing, became thick and unseemly— tarp-like— and then smothered you; wrapped you up, like a bodybag. ”
— Tao Lin, “Sincerity” a short story from Bed via
I am content in believing that most of our friends don’t feel this way; however, it saddens me to think a lot of the world does.
My CD club was mainly just swaps between my friend and me. When I told him that I was somewhat embarrassed because a CD I made was mostly love songs, and not to read too much into this he told me not to worry about it. “When you think about it, a lot of the best songs that have been written are about love and loss.”