for Benny the Jazz,
life was strung together with a series of "goodbye's".
the faster he said goodbye
the faster he moved to the next goodbye.
each goodbye was more powerful,
more profound than the last.
his life was a demand driven by the next goodbye.
a journey towards the next goodbye
life could offer. instead of goodbye
being the end of something,
it was the beginning driven by all of life's endless goodbyes.
satisfaction was simple:
it came from knowing when it was time to go.
knowing when goodbye had reached its limit:
the ultimate intimacy. goodbye wasn't the end.
it was the beginning,
without which goodbye had no power.
Benny the Jazz left us
with his last goodbye.
