“Deal of the Week” is an updated take on the horoscope column. Bad advice, worse poetry, every Monday.
It’s all going to burn. It’s okay, don’t be afraid, but it’s almost certainly going to leave your hair and nostrils smelling like tires to remind your that it’s all melting rubber. Who will you be when the smoke dissipates, your work smoldering ash soaked in foam on stinking pavement? Your heart can hold so much, allow it to accept the things that used to be. There is no other way to come out on the other side of a burning building – anyone who’s ever walked on burning coals can tell you that.