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The spaces we occupy have a way of telling us who to be. For a long time, Jai listened. She moved to rhythms that weren't hers, fought fights she didn't belong in, and existed in spaces that didn't belong to her. It took losing her footing before realizing the difference between dancing and fighting. One reacts. The other creates. Jai stopped dancing and started fighting.
I went to a Pride parade in Dallas earlier this month. I left looking at the ground the parade walked on. Older than the parade. Older than the neighborhood. Older than anyone who showed up to celebrate… or to erase.
San Francisco kept finding me for years before I understood why I kept going back. The city is everything it's supposed to be. That was exactly the problem.
Of all the things a man who has lived the life he has could do with his time, why this? His answer changed how I see everything familiar.
Two kids in a driveway. No instructions, no oversight. Just a box of random tools and a shared certainty that we could figure it out. We were trying to hear the bass drop on a Lil' Wayne record. Turns out, we were doing something else entirely.