Everybody knows that the plague is coming
Everybody knows that it’s moving fast
Everybody knows that a naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Leonard Cohen’s gravelly baritone is distorted as it filters through the speakers of the very beat-up car. It’s a December night in Brooklyn and my date, L., is driving me home. I am on the aux.
“I…
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