We spend a lot of time together, my brother and I. Sometimes it drives me crazy that he has taken on my passions as his own. I love vintage photography, and so my brother has amassed a large collection of vintage cameras. I love painting, and so my brother has taken up watercolour sketching on handmade paper. I love indie, Canadian music, and so my brother covets any cds I buy and voraciously adds them to his collection.
Is it imitation that's the greatest form of flattery? Sometimes when I gain perspective on our relationship, I realize that it is one of imitation - and if that doesn't hold a person to a higher morality, I'm not sure what does.