Bane

Just finished watching a documentary featuring a band and a young man I knew 30 years ago. He was a kid working on something back then. I remember him stalking the floor of the practice space talking to an imaginary audience. Now he's talked to millions of them face to face and around the world. He had something of his own which he beleieved in and developed and it blossomed and he happened in the world. I'm "moved". I don't like that word, but tears came out, so it fits. This little encapsulated life suddenly feels very small and almost joyless. Who chose this?