You find a small dog, a stuffed flea, walking alone in the street, wearing a collar, but he is neglected, you can tell he has been lost for several days; a truck is about to run him over; you save him, you pet him and he responds by licking your hand; he looks like a puppy puddle. You stay with him for a while to see if someone claims him or he himself is able to return home; nothing of the sort happens. You have to go back to work and you decide to leave with a guilt that crushes your chicken heart, but the puppy is already following you, he is a tender unprotected little boy who only seeks protection in this innocence-devouring world. You say “fuck it, I'll take him home, what difference does it make how much it costs and what a hassle it will be”. Love is born, because that little one will be your shadow of comfort in the most convulsive days to come.

Photographers: John Kilar | Instagram