Today was sunny and beautiful. Thank you to all who organized and shared. ~•<{[•]}>•~
I had such a strange experience. Weaving through the crowd, I came across a large memorial, a pink board, covered in photographs of friends and community members who have died (overdosed). In particular, I saw a photograph of a friend who passed. At her sight, I was immediately and abruptly moved with great force of it all — the impact of her Death, the memory of her life, of all of our experiences together. Simply, I was broken by seeing her face. I ran to Erin and asked, “did———- die?” She replied, with kindness and comfort, saying, “yeah, it was like 2 years ago” I felt so sad and confused, like, “how could I not have known this?” It felt like I had just seen her behind the buildings on Sherbourne. Driving home, under the Gardiner, I remembered remembering, like I remembered that she had died. This set of moments is fucked. The amount of loss is so much…. clearly, I experienced my friend’s Death, but then tucked it away, the photograph of her triggering a memory of her. There’s no time to make sense of grief anymore, for me anyways. I hold it but forget, keep moving. The greatest honour I could show all of my loved ones who are gone, is to enjoy life, to love fiercely, to be kind, humble and open. This is the fabric of harm reduction for me. Love love love. Power to the people. Save Moss Park SCS!! Legalize! Abolish! FREE THEM ALL!! raytaytay ❤️❤️🩹 ~•<{[•]}>•~ Jeff
@dangersigns I couldn’t tag you idk why! Love love love you! Absolute fire on the mic today ❤️
pic of me (<moss park> jersey) courtesy of
@youthofsarde
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