February couldn’t come quicker. I am very excited to be taking a sign painting class at the pret-ty awesome New Bohemia Sign Shop.
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(I feel like those 25 songs explain a lot)
I think what it means is that central to living
a life that is good is a life that’s forgiving.
We’re creatures of contact, regardless of whether
we kiss or we wound. Still, we must come together.
Though it may spell destruction, we still ask for more —
since it beats staying dry but so lonely on shore.
So we make ourselves open while knowing full well
it’s essentially saying, “please, come pierce my shell.
I have no personal, or even any, ties to David Rakoff, but when I learned of his death a few weeks past, I was deeply saddened. Perhaps because he seemed like an actual person, rather than just someone who was famous for writing. Or perhaps because I found similarities in his view of life? I don’t really know, but as I listened to the This American Life episode which highlighted his life, I found myself fighting back tears. So…I guess, come pierce my shell.