Token gestures make us feel righteous, but they donāt hold us accountable to change. What would happen if you reached down to someone in the pitānot as charity, but as a neighbor? You might discover a new and empowered version of yourself.
I Used To Breathe #Just Like You
I used to breathe in lifeāmountain bike mornings, oil and rubber at the shop, the scents of youth and purpose. Now I breathe as little as possible. Prison air carries chemicals, suffering, and the scent of men waiting to die. Still, I pray for the day breathing feels like living again.