UNTITLED by William Nicholson (writer/director) Forgive me for needing you to be strong forever. Forgive me for fearing your unhappiness. As you suffer so I shall suffer. As you endure so I shall endure. Hold my hands and walk the old walk one last time, then let me go.
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Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness. How you ride and ride thinking the bus will never stop, the passengers eating maize and chicken will stare out the window forever. Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness you must travel