I look at him. "It's odious," he says. "Detention?" I ask, confused. "Huh?" We have no idea what the other is talking about. "What's odious?" I ask. "O.D.S," he says, pointing to his discman and obviously referring to some dropkick band. Like I really care.

Because today, I think I'm leaning on the side of wonder.

I'm not interested in those who do me wrong. There's not enough time in the day for them.

Do you want to hang out? At your place or something?" Hanging out with Jimmy Hailler will mean that I have to say hello to him every day. I'm not ready to say hello to him every day. Too much commitment. It's bad enough that I'm sharing chocolate brownies swith him. I shake my head. "Not today.

Silence is not just about secrecy, Your Majesty. It is grief and it is shame.

I look over to the other side of the road and watch Griggs as he walks. It’s a lazy walk but so full of confidence that you want to be standing behind him all the way.

Because photos are testimony that someone did live. A reminder of past we may have loved or hated. A piece of our lives.