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At first my hand is on the shoulder of a young Iranian-Canadian sculptor with a rare blood disorder. He’s several inches taller than me, 6′2″ maybe, thin but broad shouldered.

Recently, he’d installed a series of geometric shapes on my living room wall. The shapes are made of translucent, pastel-coloured bendy straws and translucent scotch tape. Affixed with Velcro, the straws appear to be growing like crystals from the white paint and drywall.

While he mounted the sculpture, we talked about the maintenance of his blood and the limitations it put on travel, how his blood is always a factor.

As we walk he drinks coffee with one hand, eyes closed, his other hand on my shoulder.¹⁸