Crying at the Sing Sequel
Also—I made some nice things. I want to give them to you.
Warning: this issue contains some not-horrible words about Bono. Consider yourself warned.
Since my son was born, I’ve found myself crying at movies all the time.
I don’t know if there was a tipping point. Maybe it came fast, a rock launched into a glass case of emotion. Perhaps it was slower, akin to the gradual opening of a valve marked empathy. It’s no…