The Instability of Stone — Are.na
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- Thinking about what it means to memorialize, and about this more planetary scale of time, has led me to think about other things differently, too. I’ve started to see rivers and canyons as giant engravings, carved out by time. A handprint in wet sidewalk cement holds water and memory in a similar way. Initials and hearts etched into a tree remember the site of a first kiss. Looking around the other day, I thought the cemetery looked like a miniaturized city; there are so many worlds thriving there, invisible to us living folks. On my way home from work, I drive past the hospital where I was born. You can see it from the cemetery, it’s on the same street. I say to myself how grateful I am to not be stuck in either place. But to be moving forward, living through my little dash. (View Highlight)