Veva sat with the photos in front of her. It had been in Paris that she met Sal. He was a student, studying international affairs and she also a student, studying law. They had bumped into each other in the bookstore of university and it was love at first sight. From that moment on they had been inseparable. It had been in Rome that he proposed. As a couple they had planned a vacation full of sight-seeing and local adventures. She would always remember that day, Sal on one knee in the center of the Colosseum with a ring in his hand. The crowds had cheered as if Sal had just won a victory. After graduation they had headed into Manhattan to be closer to Sal’s family in Queens and Brooklyn. Veva was able to visit family in Oregon often and there were no problems for this happy couple. 50 years later, Veva sat alone, pictures, the camera, the love, but alone. A tear fell from her cheek and landed on the photo of Paris, as if knowing this was where it all began, and it was worthy of her tears.
Between a concrete land and a breathless universe life exists amongst city buildings built so tall, as to touch the unending sky and life exists amongst all beings built by the same creator, so as to live in unity and life exists amongst inventions built by beings to outsmart the world Between a concrete land and a breathless universe.
Under a scarlet sky live prevails in theory but ceases to exist for those incessantly choosing to minimize the lives of others in an attempt to stand higher in an unseen temple built big enough for two but allowing only one to be alive.