About an Elephant.

One thing we forget when we get older is; where was the last time we put our keys. We forget who people are, and what year it is. we forget why we were talking, and what time it is. we forget everything. until we are nothing. And by the time we are nothing to ourselves, we are no one to other people. and by then. we are forgotten. Jacob Jankowski was a polish man from Cornell College. he lived his life in the circus. he throws plates of food off tables because he doesn't want to eat. he takes drugs that make him forget even more things than he already does, and he makes every one's life hard. on purpose. Jacob Jankowski is my type of old guy.

just like all old people, Jacob had a life before the start of his golden years. he had love and jealously and death and booze. he was the most strong headed man i ever knew and had a life story that was morally timeless. knowing Jacob makes me feel like i underestimate old people.  He alone makes me feel guilty for not getting to know my grandparents too well. this one man. Jacob, winces at his liver spots and cowers over his wispy gray hair, yet to have noticed his age. he is timeless. Though his life and all the stories he tells about it is based off of the circus, he is a very polished man who would never lay a finger on a woman. he never even brags about how amazing his life was.

One thing i noticed at the end of Jacob's life, was that he very much resembled an elephant. the way he describes himself and elephants; the wrinkly skin, and dreary complexion. people underestimating him, and always longing to eat things that people don't want him to eat. for example: who gives elephants liquor? and apparently Jacob hasn't seen fruit in years. he's constrained to his little room away from the outside world much like an elephant restrained to a train car of tent away from towns and bustling people. every once in a while (when people remember) Jacob is paraded around and his faceless family coos about their lives and their promotions and kids. much like a polish speaking elephant paraded around and shown off to people babbling in English. . .its sad to not know who and what your talking about when conversation comes by. (which  isn't often for jacob) its lonely and cold when you don't know the people who are willing to talk to you are. like i said; when you get old you forget things. for Jacob, his past was his present and future. it was his pride and singularity.

RIP JACOB JANKOWSKI
           timeless.