Are such things because of bone density or osteoporosis? A result of another –osis, some cruel curvature of the spine? I don’t know, and I don’t know him well enough to ask. He doesn’t look to be in pain.
As I watch him, the greater effect seems to be on me. What has pulled him forward and down? Can’t he stand upright? I want to tell him to stand upright. It’s like watching a death match against gravity that he is slowly losing. All my other metaphors fail. He is unwillingly curling in on himself. Is he fighting it? How does one fight against the power of one’s own body? It will simply do what it wants. He is not as noble as a question mark, but more like the letter “r”. Sometimes, at odd moments when he comes to mind, I think the earth, as some sort of revenge, is trying to pull us all down, fold us over and crush our heads into the dirt.