Day #199 | Kid in wheelchair
Yesterday I saw a kid in a wheelchair. It broke my fucking heart. I was drinking a beer with my girlfriend in a square in Milan. We were chit chatting. You know, the usual stuff. Talking about life. The future. The past. Our dreams. It was night time, perfect temperature. A mother came to the square, pushing her son in a wheelchair. When we saw the kid we froze. All the "important" things we were talking about stopped mattering for a second. It's such a strong image, it's scary. It's contradictory. Kids symbolize freedom. Both physical and spiritual. Body full of energy. Clear, unfiltered and innocent thoughts. His voice was full of excitement and energy, yet his body was still.