the inherent intimacy of repairing your best friend’s prosthetic limbs… the inherent importance of your best friend also being the person who gave you a leg to stand on and a hand to use…. the inherent familiarity of your very hand being their handiwork, your foot their own design…the utter tragedy of using that same hand your best friend gave you to pry a gun out of their hands as you count all the ways they give life and creation instead of death and destruction
