There is no tale as heartbreaking as that of a life full of potential going to waste, to never again have the opportunity to explore the immense possibilities that come with the gift of being alive. Sometimes I picture this young guy, what do we call him? Let's call him Kim. Our story begins when [...]
We only call our friends if we need something from them, if they have successful business ventures, we want to partner with them. When they are buying drinks at the club, we want to feel the burn of whiskey on our tongues. And when shit hits the fan? Our silence is conspicuous. It's a cold world, isn't it?
...when the people who have devoted their lives to entertain, inform and keep us alive eventually end up lying helplessly like spent like cartridges of a revolution, someone needs to lift them up the same way they lifted our spirits when we were low and warm their hearts the same way they warmed ours with their craft. When the curtains close in on them and they leave the stage, who will remember them?