is most comparable to the sort of love affair that is fraught with anticipatory tragedy, because you know that you won’t be able to hold on to your beloved.  I cycle around feeling like the bicycle and I have to live in the moment, because I know that one day I will get to wherever I’ve left it to see only the remnants of a Kryptonite lock, abandoned on the ground.

  2:29 pm  |   May 5 2009   |  View comments