Not sleepy.
There are these trees at City of Hope…
covered with these little tags…
…written by friends, family, lovers, survivors, those battling, and for those lost.
This is just one tree…
When the wind blows, these flutter and rustle…
The sound they make is….
A symphony of pain, recovery, loss, suffering and some joy…there is celebration and a naming of loved people. It’s a quieting thing.
Saw this one….Fuck you, cancer.
Indeed.
Bruce Shark Swims 