Jonah. 20. Climber. Runner. Human. Non-Racist Arizonan. Attends college in Wisconsin.

 


A man dressed as a Rene Magritte’s painting character. San Francisco, Halloween, 2000.
Photographed by Josef Koudelka.

A man dressed as a Rene Magritte’s painting character. San Francisco, Halloween, 2000.

Photographed by Josef Koudelka.

To continue a bit…

I have struggled with a position as of late. I am one of the main leaders of a non profit org to help fight hunger locally and internationally. I’ve felt shallow though because if someone approaches me asking for food I don’t stop and get them food. Each time it has happened it’s dug at me until I vowed that the next person to ask me for food I’d follow through. Today I met Mike who asked me for spare change. I said I didn’t have any but that I was going grocery shopping and he could come with and get a meal. I explained to him my motivation for my action, the struggle I’ve been having. He understood. He asked me about myself and seemed genuinely interested in what I say. He told me his mom passed away last week, he’s been trying to get things together for the funeral but the churches have turned him away. He got some chicken and left me with a head nod as I walked away. I’ll always be thankful for meeting Mike.

Here’s my 12:09 AM rant

The other night my sister was mugged at gunpoint. I cried when I heard the news. In the back of my head I thought about the girl in Virginia who’s missing. I read article upon article of who she is. They feature her tweets and I imagine the same girl hopeless somewhere. I think of the nightmares I have of barrels of guns being pointed at me and a mouth telling me to give me everything I have. “I’m not invincible” I repeat to myself, holding myself together on the walk to class. I look at every person I pass and wonder about their empathy. I plead with my eyes that they have empathy. I’m sick of empty empathy filling people.