102
first
open
letter
to
my
Son
dear
son,
do
not
pay
attention
to
city
lights.
the
seemingly
luminous
heat
they
exude
is
cold,
my
Son.
so
do
not
give
your
time
to
the
vendors,
yelling
from
the
streets.
do
not
lend
the
night
any
bit
of
yourself,
because
she
might
break
you
down
from
inside
-‐
out.
do
not
listen
to
the
chants,
the
jeers,
my
Son.
follow
your
own
light,
my
Son.