At night, in a taxi or on the subway, on my way to the Russian baths in Manhattan, where I go almost nightly, I listen to my iPod. Lately it’s been the modern, mournful collective oeuvre of Radiohead, which makes me feel properly apocalyptic and hopelessly imprisoned in my own broken heart and mind.
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