On The Bus In The Rain - June 9, 2010 A
lot of things died when Ryan died. Almost everything. Beauty
didn't die, I still see it often. In the sky, on the side of a
building, in my weird sockless neighbour on his way back from the
black and white grocery. But it's not the same as it was before. It's
a whole lot sadder. Because it's fleeting. It's going to die too.
I suppose that's why there are artists.
Naively trying to keep a little bit of it around, so we can touch it,
so it never dies. We are saying 'This happened! And it will never
happen again just like this. Isn't it wonderful?' But somehow, a
part of me always doesn't believe it, because it's all so fuzzy now.