I am not a welcoming presence—I am reluctant. I do not love the homeless. I argue against everything he says. I am forgetful, unthinking, a poor listener. I do not pursue his family. I do not respect him. I demand instead of discuss.
These things were said in anger but they are not entirely wrong.
“I’ve been writing down the things you said so I can really hear you and work on them.”
“Yes. I love you. I’m terrible but I haven’t seen it.”
“You’re the same terrible as everyone else. Not worse. Just the same. Me too.”
Undertaking the translation of music and art into graphic design for the good of people and the beautification of things seen and unseen