Barcodes and Burning Innocence-The Beginning.

There is no justice for the beginning of this... series of bits of my memory put into digital code. There are no words capable of delineating the whole of the events that I am attempting to transcribe today, and nothing can encompass the emotional and social ramifications of the experience behind the memory. It's all about the experience, and never losing it.

So how do I start with its (hopeful) immortalization?

David was upset. After months of laying his blonde head in his hands and begging whatever higher power was out there to give him a sign, any sign, of faith. All he got was this barcode.

What? Is this some sick joke? A barcode from GOD?!

Indeed, it did seem like a stupid prank to David, but he and I both know very well the seriousness of our time together, even in it's most candid moments. There was always that undertow of fear that while clutching to each other in exquisite happiness, that it could be taken away from us in a slip of an instant.

This is why no one has faith.