Something to hold on to.
Strange, powerful emotions, having sorted old papers and photos. The collage of memories and images--many not my own--inspired a nostalgia for things as I remembered them, and weren't. Out of the pile a strange homesickness for a proximity of moments that never existed, experiences as immediately juxtaposed as their symbols. The vague, saddly desperate hope that a discarded passport photo of Sara, a scavaged poster for a lost dog, the receipt for a now years old computer, and a high school medal might somehow form a steelcabled web of relationship through time and time's increasing distance.