for Benny the Jazz, life was strung together with a series of "goodbye's". the faster he said goodbye the faster he moved to the next goodbye. each goodbye was more powerful, more profound than the last. his life was a demand driven by the next goodbye. a journey towards the next goodbye life could offer. instead of goodbye being the end of something, it was the beginning driven by all of life's endless goodbyes. satisfaction was simple: it came from knowing when it was time to go. knowing when goodbye had reached its limit: the ultimate intimacy. goodbye wasn't the end. it was the beginning, without which goodbye had no power. Benny the Jazz left us with his last goodbye.
