Ritual and Remembrance

Tonight, I’ll meet up with friends at the old East Village bar where, late in the afternoon of that long Tuesday two years ago, we gathered around beers to try to make sense of it all. Before that, a walk through Union Square, where last year someone tacked this note: “We smelled it. Felt it. Saw it. We need more time.” To everyone I spent parts of this day two years ago with—CBD, MOP, KS, MB, CS, JD, CB, SA, DK—love and remembrance.
· One year ago: Rose petals
· Two years ago: Two eggs