A long way down to the place where we started from

While doing the summer ordering, I keep coming across A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby.

Every. Single. Time. I see it, I start singing in my head, “Your love is better than ice cream, better than anything else that I’ve tried . . .” This is fine, except that I will still be singing it hours later, and I will think, “Why am I singing this?” And this has happened three days this week so far.

I wonder if I’ll even be able to read the book, or if I’ll get too distracted thinking about Sarah McLachlan and how that song reminds me of my freshman year and that trip I took to Florida and how we used to play it over and over and over and I put it on a mix tape and what in the world does any of this have to do with people who are considering suicide?

So that’s the weird connection my brain has been making lately.

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