Their music, their talent, their ambition, their humour, their sensitivity, their laughter, their smiles, their cultural importance, their childhoods, the people they've loved, the people they've influenced, the way they were best friends, their styles, their dedication, their quotes, pictures of them, their projects, their apathy, the way they're misunderstood, the way they are so accessible, the way I can relate to them, the way they make me feel not alone...
A couple weeks ago I had a dream that I found an apple tree. It was a regular sized tree, but the only fruit it bore was one apple- so large that I couldn’t wrap my arms around it. Upon seeing the fruit, my plan was to skin the apple, sharing the peel with those who would be grateful to partake of it. We would leave the rest for nature to consume.
But before this could happen, I was approached by a group of people; they claimed to be artists. They said they wanted the apple (minus the skin) for a community art project. It seemed noble enough, so I agreed, and went about my merry way. Anyway, I returned maybe a day later to the place where I originally found the tree, but there was no longer a tree there. In it’s place was a charred stump. I was completely bewildered, and, kneeling beside the lost tree, began to cry.