To listen to Phil and Jim's music, try "Streets of Paris" in the music section.
In a nation's capital
I dream of you
And the life we had
And I think back
And then think forward
And I try to paint
A landscape
As beautiful as this
We are everywhere
But I am alone.

What choices am I making
In this lonely hotel room
A million people in that street
There is a clouded silence
Between my ears
And a wall outside my door.

When I was asked not to attend my lover Jim's funeral in 1985, what became clear was not only is this a generation being decimated by an exotic viral particle, but for the most part, the living would be made to doubly suffer. The seeds for discrimination were planted everywhere. Not only were you gay, you were dangerous!

Or maybe gay people were always perceived that way, and AIDS now brings this into relief.

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