From May 1, 2013
Surviving has taught me that I don’t know everything about life. Life itself is a kind of hill.
So many of the things I have known are other things that I do not know.
For instance, the hill. It has always been the symbol of the free, of nature, of the earth. It has stood in stark contrast to the perverse civilization of Court Street. It has provided a safe haven for underage drinkers–haven because away from police, safe because it’s difficult to binge drink on a hill that you have to walk down in the dark.
And so, all this time, I have known the hill as operating outside of systems.
Today, I was sitting on the hill, enjoying one last sunset, and I noticed cigarette butts and broken glass. The hill has always been something I do not know.
But it did not change the magnificence of the sunset.