I pulled over early on the way home from work to record that the last song I added to my playlist is wrecking me again. This happens. The playlist is a playlist I made of songs that wreck me.
There are art works I experience on a level that breaks my own heart a little, if I think: “I may die without ever having expressed my own feelings this clearly”—this beautifully. Tonight it’s “The Road, The Rocks, and The Weeds” by John Mark McMillan.
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