I was only in Memphis for a hot minute, but yeah. It's a very different sense to see and feel that this man, about the same age as me, and I may have stood in the same spot and felt joy. Only now he's dead. It really drives home how cruel and indifferent this machine is. How its violence is a constant mediated by chance.
I guess it shouldn't matter, but that and just seeing the particularities of what he liked, what he chose to photograph, watching him skate, hearing him smile while complaining about the dmv - it's felt different.