Secret Meetings

February 12, 2011

A song lyric, courtesy of The National, perfectly describes where each of us leads another life, apart and utterly alone from everyone, including those we love: I had a secret meeting in the basement of my brain. I wish I had fewer — or at least less contentious — such meetings. And how about an agenda that’s followed and decisions that are clear, unanimous, and final? Is that too much to ask? Then again, I enjoy secret meetings in which I contemplate another lyric from the band’s “Mr. November“: I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders.

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