I’m walking through Amsterdam listening to an album I played a lot during our breakup; my Magical Thinking OCD suggests all these songs are cursed. They could easily trigger another Bad Time in my life, but I remind myself that this is the Deluxe Version of the record, released long after my initial misery.
I had lunch with Nick today. We talked about the practice of working a 9–5 then getting blind drunk on a Friday, and whether this is an act of rebellion against the world or against oneself. Like as self-flagellation.