Banksy, Balloon Girl (with added "hope" motto) |
Not 99 red balloons, just two. One for a funny, dear friend from grad school and one for someone who is indescribable and remains a source of inspiration.
If either of you see this post, please, please get in touch, as both of you, individually, added something sweet, spicy and utterly irreplaceable to my life's journey. Like a reflection of another person that somehow teaches you more about yourself.
Atop the Acropolis?
My dear Katerina Ftikou. (FOUND! WooHoo!)
What you may recall of our exploits:
Bournemouth
University carrier vans
Salisbury Cathedral
Palm reading
Terrible British cigarettes
Heinous roommates
Lectures in the rain
Pub food
Masonry dust
Miniature hydraulic lifts
Toothbrushes in graveyards
Lost in a catacomb? Perhaps Parisian, or stateside?
Where in this earthly realm did Aaron Benoy disappear to? You are still thought of, fondly, on frequent occasion. Possessed of an intellectual tapestry like no other: wit, artistry, technical sorcery – yet invisible to the eyes of the dastardly interwebs. Alright, Snowden, I am less skilled and far less private. So, my identifiable details...
What you may recall from back in the day:
Worcester State
Sakura Tokyo
Palmer
T.G.I. Fridays
Amherst Brewing Co.
Clove cigarettes
Black eyeliner
Cemeteries
The Cure
The Clash
The Pixies
Aorta emk
Nietzsche
Laika the Dog
What I've been up to (over the last umpteen years):
Grad school in Europe
Conserving ancient buildings & gravestones
Starting my own "business" – Read that as doing what I love. –
Becoming Canadian
Writing things
Meditating
Raising boys – Ugh, skateboarders. Why am I plagued with smart-assed skateboarders? – :-P
Studying languages – Distinctly NOT coding languages, mind you. –
Loss & resurrection
Travel, travel, travel
Writing more things
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Well, there you have it. The world has ended, an eventuality set into motion by a thing as mundane as a bag of red balloons.
When the dust settles, I think of you both and release these final two. Their red orbs float placidly away in search of recognition.
Let the sky be the deciding factor.
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