He was a distinct memory. A provocatively humorous memory that painted every inside of my own body with a promise of turning me into someone entirely different. I wish I understood what it was, maybe I would have done something about it; Unfortunately, regrets are no different than memories. What’s done is done and I am changed regardless…for the good or for the worse.
To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.