8/31/2012
It’s like working in a WWI infirmary in Europe
You can sort of recognize your relatives, but they are disfigured Occasionally, you notice something new. A deeper appreciation And, of course, the horror
The loss, the sadness, etc.
Reminders of ephemera
We are ephemera Family is ephemera Memory is ephemera
Relationships are ephemera
It is a trap, is it not, to hold on to, to seek to preserve
the damaged, dangerous artifact?
Creative Work