Paul my friend commented to me that he seemed to be a guardian of Goths. Which i agreed. The truth is though, that I met a man walking down the street with a small suitcase, he looked exactly like this, tall and bony, with big hair. He smiled at me and I smiled back, I have never forgotten his friendliness, and I admire him for it.
The guardian goth lives in my mind, staring out a stained glass window, contemplating, protecting goths and their dreams.