Instead of rewriting my Illiad paper like I should’ve, I decided to soak up the rare Seattle sunshine downtown. I bought some pomegranates, ate a grilled cheese, journaled, and came across a talented banjo player outside of the original Starbucks. After listening for about ten minutes, I ran to the ATM, withdrew ten bucks, and bought one of his CDs (which is currently my Illiad essay music). It’s remarkable how much supporting somebody’s art means to them. I understand it personally because of photography, but seeing the amount of gratitude that Gregory Paul had towards me just because I took time out of my day to appreciate him was beautiful. He said that I was the first person in the half an hour of him playing who had stopped to listen. People use art as a way to explain their existence, and when you acknowledge that, you are noticing that they exist. And when everything boils down, that’s what we are always striving for.