“I remember feeling like a foreigner. I was looking to Take more than I could fit in my pocket I was hopeful, I was optimistic. The optimism I had… over the years I can feel how much of it has escaped me. Because I’m hardly naive anymore. There have been changes. Some I wish never had to see. And others I’m glad I got to. here are the good things that stayed, and I hope stay forever — My friends are still considerate and inspiring. my elders are still Stylish and steadfast. regular people are still hardworking. I am still Hopeful. What I don’t recognize anymore is the structure of the land. The buying and selling of joy. the new ownership of community. the questioning of if it was ever ours to begin with? But I can still travel, and make friends. I still add to my accomplishments. I think a lot of us; young, old and in between share similar memories. Great parties, passionate romance, hilarious immaturity, and idealistic virtuosity. In passing I connect with people who look nothing like me. But recognize me like family. We don’t have to speak to know we are related. And we’re depending on one another. It’s been 10 years and now I am asking — what really matters? Q: Does it matter if I quote unquote “fit in”? // A: not at all. Q: Does it matter where I rank in comparison? // A: don’t even ask. Q: Am I defined by how much I have? // A: Not necessarily. 10 years later I have taste and gratitude. wisdom, health, friendship, presence/presents, laughter, support, and a reason to celebrate. And, That’s HELLA GOOD.”

- C