#pass on

Listen.. I'm at the part in canto 5 where Gregor jinxed it and there are pirates attacking the ship I'm pretty sure

Dante has this dialogue of seeing everyone work together, but they're realizing that.. they're probably just working together towards their own goals and any ideas of actual camaraderie and companionship is just a pipe dream

and as I was falling asleep it reminded me of those compilations of Pass on sang by the different sinners and the comments of "guys is this a choir? You're all just thinking of yourselves and singing..."

which. is. exactly what I'd say they're trying to do in the canto at that moment.. which.. is.. I'm kinda nervous to play more

Michael Lee

“When searching for the lost remember 8 things. 1. We are vessels. We are circuit boards swallowing the electricity of life upon birth. It wheels through us creating every moment, the pulse of a story, the soft hums of labor and love. In our last moment it will come rushing from our chests and be given back to the wind. When we die. We go everywhere.

2. Newton said energy is neither created nor destroyed. In the halls of my middle school I can still hear my friend Stephen singing his favorite song. In the gymnasium I can still hear the way he dribbled that basketball like it was a mallet and the earth was a xylophone. With an ear to the Atlantic I can hear the Titanic’s band playing her to sleep, Music. Wind. Music. Wind.

3. The day my grandfather passed away there was the strongest wind, I could feel his gentle hands blowing away from me. I knew then they were off to find someone who needed them more than I did. On average 1.8 people on earth die every second. There is always a gust of wind somewhere.

4. The day Stephen was murdered everything that made us love him rushed from his knife wounds as though his chest were an auditorium his life an audience leaving single file. Every ounce of him has been wrapping around this world in a windstorm I have been looking for him for 9 years.

5. Our bodies are nothing more than hosts to a collection of brilliant things. When someone dies I do not weep over polaroids or belongings, I begin to look for the lightning that has left them, I feel out the strongest breeze and take off running.

6. After 9 years I found Stephen. I passed a basketball court in Boston the point guard dribbled like he had a stadium roaring in his palms Wilt Chamberlain pumping in his feet, his hands flashing like x-rays, a cross-over, a wrap-around rewinding, turn-tables cracking open, camera-men turn flash bulbs to fireworks. Seven games and he never missed a shot, his hands were luminous. Pulsing. Pulsing. I asked him how long he’d been playing, he said nine 9 years

7. The theory of six degrees of separation was never meant to show how many people we can find, it was a set of directions for how to find the people we have lost. I found your voice Stephen, found it in a young boy in Michigan who was always singing, his lungs flapping like sails I found your smile in Australia, a young girl’s teeth shining like the opera house in your neck, I saw your one true love come to life on the asphalt of Boston.