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I rarely talk about the images here. Most don’t need narration and writing typically takes away from what I am trying to express. I am not here to be articulate. But this one requires the extra interpretation.
The Echelon building did not hold particular significance to me.
It looked like the dozens of office buildings around Austin. I have driven past it hundreds of times.
What is significant is that it is close to me. Close to where I live. Close to where I worked. It’s where I grew up.
I love Austin.
I rarely give it the credit it deserves, especially since I will be leaving it soon. This is a great city. I am always thankful I grew up here. The people that inhabit Austin are truly some of the kindest (and most wonderfully eclectic) in the world.
Talking to friends last weekend I mentioned how much trust we have to have in the strangers around us. Trust that they will act sane, that they will control their impulses. That they will not destroy us. This is society and whether we prefer it or not we live symbiotically. Silently hoping everyone took their meds.
So when an event like this happens in a place that is familiar it becomes frightening. And that place loses some innocence.
Although this world does inhabit horrifying, dark people… I know that most are inherently good.
And that part of the world is something to be extraordinarily thankful for.
And oh so thankful things did not turn out worse.