Tuesday, November 1, 2011
The little round sunglasses, bought in a spasm of self-consciousness, didn't do it.
The supposedly slimming black tee didn't do it.
The striving and struggling, showing up early and leaving late, didn't do it.
The tirelessly positive attitude didn't it.
No, all it took was deliberately lowering himself into the flames, there to be crisped and cooked. In other words, he became his truest self when he finally surrendered the very idea of his own identity. That's when he finally mattered. When he finally became cool.