...the first thing you do at the end is reflect on the beginning. Maybe it's some form of reverse closure, or just the basic human impulse toward sentimentality, or masochism, but as you stand there shell-shocked in the charred ruins of your life, your mind will invariably go back to the time when it all started. And even if you didn't fall in love in the eighties, in your mind it will fee like the eighties, all innocent and airbrushed, with bright colors and shoulder pads and Pat Benatar or The Cure on the soundtrack.
Jonathan TropperLoneliness doesnโt exist on any single plane of consciousness. Itโs generally a low throb, barely audible, like the hum of a Mercedes engine in park, but every so often the demands of the highway call for a burst of acceleration, and the hum becomes a thunderous, elemental roar, and once again youโre reminded of what this babyโs carrying under the hood.
Jonathan TropperYou can never totally hate someone who sang you to sleep like that, can you? Who calmed you down and eased your fears. You can feel angry and betrayed, but some part of you will always love them for being there on those scary nights, for giving you a place to run to where your nightmares couldn't follow, the one place where you could descend finally into slumber knowing, at least for the time being, that you were completely safe.
Jonathan TropperAt some point, being angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning yourself without thinking about it.
Jonathan TropperI've never been shot, but this probably what it feels like, that second of nothingness right before the pain catches up to the bullet.
Jonathan Tropper