Everything is safely stored in the Archives
“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are”
a rabbit gives up somewhere and a dozen hawks descend; every moment leads toward its own sad end
...the ordering of objects couldn’t hide what’s missing.
... love is not these belongings that surround you,
though there’s meaning in the memories they hold.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map