On Beauty

The Real Meaning of Beauty

Part Four of a Four-Part Series on Beauty

The way I love cherry blossoms has always, to me, felt kind of weird. More than just being unmanly, I’ve been concerned by how basic it is to love these trees that bloom every spring in DC and to which so many people come to visit that they have to re-route traffic along the main boulevards. How can a love be real if the object of it is so generic? They grow around my California home, too, a thing I first started noticing a few weeks after I had my heart broken so badly…

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