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301 pages, Hardcover
First published August 13, 2024
I thought about our lives, and the graffiti of our town. We each left our mark. We are cracks in sidewalks, bent street signs, rusted gutters and train tracks. We are nails in wooden boards, handprints in cement. We are creaks in the doors of diners, stains from cigarettes. We are streaks of graffiti, blue as the sky.
I spent so much of my life observing and noticing what made everybody different, and beautiful, and the nuances of what would appear to be a not-so-complicated life are actually incredibly complicated and incredibly deep. It was a place where I could foster a lot of the things I hold dear to me now as far as ideals of love and loyalty and faith, and honor and hard work and honesty, and showing up for one another and family, and the things that keep me rooted to the ground when life wants to smash me up and throw me in different directions. I’m profoundly thankful I grew up there because it’s a very nice center. My life has changed so much since those years that it’s been something I can always return to and I can always resonate with.About a third of the story was written in Wisconsin and most of the rest in Vancouver during COVID-19, a time where people both had to be and felt isolated. This is conveyed through hearing Cash’s thoughts as he reflects on there being times where he felt “dramatically alone…for weeks I could pretend as if the world had abandoned me and it would continue to do so from there on out”. Ah, all the highs and lows in life are covered so well!
She points her finger about an inch from the moon and traces my name in the sky. She whispers to herself as she does it, “Cash.” And I’ve never been so moved in my life. With her hand silhouetted by thousands of stars, I join her in that painting, and I write her name as she did mine. “Rose,” I say softly. She touches my finger with hers, for only a moment, and smiles. “Now, we live forever.” And I believe her.
That’s a thing people so often misunderstood, silence. All my life I’ve watched the quiet and the loud, and let me tell you something real that you can trust - the quiet ones are more interesting, complex, and unpredictable... I always thought they knew some profound truth about life that all those circus folks with loose mouths…would never understand. What a drag, that bunch. Give me the quiet, the listening folk every time.