Eriginal Flavor
We stopped at a mall here in Montreal today. The AIDS quilt was on display. I spent quite a while walking around it, sipping my Sprite and looking at the patches. I thought about the people who were left behind...the ones who made the quilt. I thought about all the love and time that went into the patches, and how the makers must have been hurting all the while they made them. I looked at the lives reduced to two-foot square pieces of cloth. I drained my Sprite and moved on.
As I as leaving, I walked past the information table and noticed a box of Kleenex. It was pristine, still in the cellophane wrapper. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I knew why that Kleenex was there. Someone had thought to provide Kleenex for those of us that would cry, and no one did. No one had cried. I haven't felt this sad in a long time...