Curate, connect, and discover
idk where to put this but I'm overflowing with emotions so here
Family is weird. I've found I collect my family as I go, like a funky jigsaw where the pieces are revealed by moving furniture or sweeping under the fridge. Pieces have been lost, left in old apartments to be picked up by others, to because part of someone else's puzzle. I just hope that the people I call my brothers see me as one too, that the people I have playfully married see me as a husband, a wife, or see me as a piece that they've loved as well. I hope to plant myself in as many puzzles as pieces I've collected. I hope that my current pieces, my work boss who is now a weird older brother, my two best friends in states I cannot visit whom are my two younger brothers, my wife whom I rarely speak to, and my own parents know I love them as much as I know they love me, maybe more so. I hope these pieces don't get lost with the dust collecting in the corners of my closet, the darkness under my bed, in the mess of my art supplies. I love my weird family.