Tuesday, March 27
Elizabeth is making an assemblage for a class assignment. She's going
through stacks of photos and transparencies - kids from the Free
School, kids she's nannied. Children
everywhere. Guys she used to date. People playing guitars and running
around in the woods. The ocean.
I've got artifacts like these too. It all feels like it's from some
parallel existence. Not one so much in the past as it's just in a life
that I never really lived, but can somehow remember anyway.
This is what happens.