#255

2.10.22

6:53p

I watched a documentary recently called Three Songs for Benazir. Towards the end, the main protagonist’s two boys came up to greet him. He said to his wife, “Where are their shoes?” The wife responded, “I don’t have money for shoes.”

What the hell am I doing worrying about anything? These two kids are barefoot in Afghanistan, and I’m strolling through France with close to $4,000 worth of camera equipment and very nice shoes.

So it might be human nature to feel a little nervous while asking strangers for a place to sleep or a more emotionally involved question in a car. I’ll feel the fear and ask anyways. I’ll feel the fear and go beyond. I’ll feel the fear, look at my nice fucking shoes, and go.

Kiubon