the silliest things make me tear up
it should have been no surprise that i didn't really enjoy las vegas while marooned inside corridors of eternal faux night, and it wasn't until i stepped back and stepped out in my role as a determined flâneur that i found things to marvel at and enjoyed myself.
the gentleman in the below pictures was just marvelous. (please to be looking then reading on):
not only was he a terrific performer (he portrayed a perfect statute, then, while making robotic movements and whistles, interacted with passerby), but i loved his messages and his dedication (he was there on saturday at 1pm when i walked by and then again at about 9pm when i walked by from the opposite direction; he was there again sunday at 4pm and 8pm).
when i stepped close to see him for the first time on saturday, before i'd made a donation to him, he reached out his fist to me, an offer to bump fists, which i did. i did donate a dollar, and he handed me one of the small slips of paper from his front pocket which i'd seen him handing to other persons. between the fist bump, his missive, and the sheer poignancy of his endeavour, i teared up behind the safety of my sunglasses as i walked away.
the note:
when i saw him on the saturday evening walk, i threw in another five dollars. i hope saying so doesn't seem braggadocial -- i just wanted to express how much he gladdened me, how much i want to support his endeavours.
bythos gave me regina's fidelity, truly one of my favourite songs of all time, especially with respect to ineffable emoting.
the gentleman in the below pictures was just marvelous. (please to be looking then reading on):
not only was he a terrific performer (he portrayed a perfect statute, then, while making robotic movements and whistles, interacted with passerby), but i loved his messages and his dedication (he was there on saturday at 1pm when i walked by and then again at about 9pm when i walked by from the opposite direction; he was there again sunday at 4pm and 8pm).
when i stepped close to see him for the first time on saturday, before i'd made a donation to him, he reached out his fist to me, an offer to bump fists, which i did. i did donate a dollar, and he handed me one of the small slips of paper from his front pocket which i'd seen him handing to other persons. between the fist bump, his missive, and the sheer poignancy of his endeavour, i teared up behind the safety of my sunglasses as i walked away.
the note:
when i saw him on the saturday evening walk, i threw in another five dollars. i hope saying so doesn't seem braggadocial -- i just wanted to express how much he gladdened me, how much i want to support his endeavours.
bythos gave me regina's fidelity, truly one of my favourite songs of all time, especially with respect to ineffable emoting.