Neil San Francisco — 1985 The Labyrinth

Neil is walking in the hills above the Castro. The day is so beautiful, it sings. A wild sun peeks out from behind the clouds swirling across screaming blue skies. A breeze runs soft fingers through Neil’s hair. But he does not even notice. He is caught inside a labyrinth, following Jackson through night-dark streets. He is seeing a small white mark on pulseless necks. He is imagining corpses that do not decay. He is mourning his friend and trying to concoct a plan. He yearns for understanding. He craves revenge. He longs for justice, even though he is incapable of comprehending the crime.