the saddest thing I ever saw were smokers outside the hospital doors

That's a line from an editors song.
Its true. Think about it. These aren't people who just ended up in the hospital for some crazy reason. Those people are thinking "whoa, I'm in the hospital. Get me the fuck out of here." These are old, really sick people. They're slipping away day by day, and they're not even doing it on a beach or in a nice condo. They're at a public hospital in nowhere, New Jersey. California. Wherever. They're living there because they're there to die. And that fix, that little thrill, its still enough to get them out of bed. In to the sunlight. To kill themselves a little faster. Vampires. Then they go back inside to try and live a little longer.
That's how I picture it anyway. Maybe it's some women who's mother is dying in the operating room. Or a new father who just held his kid for the first time.
It's the most depressing thing in the world.
And this fucking band manages to make this the most uplifting, beautiful thing you'll ever hear. I laugh and cry every time I hear it. Amazing.
Sometimes, sometimes I think I've got things pretty well figured out.
Sometimes, sometimes I know I don't have a clue. And that's awesome and scary and hilarious. Its comforting, disconcerting, compelling. Amazing. That's life.
Heh.
Heh.
Maybe I've got it figured out after all?
Tonight.