Each crease was a commandment to character, each color-worn spot was a psalm of sovereignty.
Hymn in Leather
Jazz Conrad

I like the quiet determination of the central character attempting to create his persona where one did not exist.

Like the jacket’s imagined former owner he wants to become more reckless. But unlike the previous possessor, less apologetic. And after all, he need not apologize for reinventing himself.

After reading this piece, Hymn in Leather takes on multiple meanings. As a mantra for his search, as a play on the words Him in Leather, and as a metaphor for his indomitable need to divine himself into existence.

Nicely crafted, beautifully titled, an impressive story.

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