2008-09-15 - 8:09 a.m.
He took great stock in the fact that younger brothers are the ones in stories who go on quests and come into greatness, always. The look on his face showed that this affected him personally, that it allowed him to belittle his own nascent efforts at creativity, that he wanted something he might not be destined for. Framing himself in folktale terms made me think I understood him. It makes me think that even if I don't know him anymore that I always understood this momentary fact about him and that it frees my conscience about loving him in some small singular way even now.
There was more, but I chose to fall asleep without writing it down.