Style
You see some things where I live.On Sunday, it was this:
That doesn't look remarkable in the least, you say. Just a man pushing a child in a stroller.
Well.
What he's actually pushing is a giant speaker in a stroller, playing a song at full volume (not a bad one, either). He's walking with tiny steps to stay in beat, too.
I had the distinct feeling--based on his mannerisms--that he was unwell in some capacity. He also, in that moment, was clearly happy.
I'm not making fun of him. The degree of unwellness he has will probably be with him for the rest of his life, and it will likely cause him pain in many ways. To be able to endure that with style is something I very much admire.
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