July 27, 2019:
The sweetness of that gesture. They've sent him the flute he played throughout his lifetime, become a shorthand for his identity. Alone unobserved he grips it with both hands, pulls it to his heart, his own private gesture of gratitude and loss.
Ugly sacks of mostly water. Alone in our lifetimes we seek the warmth of friendship.
Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going?