"I did not fear the disease, whatever it would turn out to be, but had a premonition that our response to it would be far more destructive. I guess those ghosts of the future were warning me."
Our stories of memory are what we are fighting for. Not the "old days" themselves, but the freedom to pursue those events. And now some of those pursuits are gone, recklessly destroyed in the name of "protecting the vulnerable."
I am enjoying (likely more than you are) your ghost stories.
It is tragic the way old cultures are being razed, and bless you for preserving them here. Especially thank you for the watercolours of your neighbourhood.
"I did not fear the disease, whatever it would turn out to be, but had a premonition that our response to it would be far more destructive. I guess those ghosts of the future were warning me."
Our stories of memory are what we are fighting for. Not the "old days" themselves, but the freedom to pursue those events. And now some of those pursuits are gone, recklessly destroyed in the name of "protecting the vulnerable."
Exceptionally well stated.
I am enjoying (likely more than you are) your ghost stories.
It is tragic the way old cultures are being razed, and bless you for preserving them here. Especially thank you for the watercolours of your neighbourhood.
Sorry for blacking out notes the artist included in his work. They can be used to pinpoint my location.
In case it is not obviously, given my current situation, all or most of these will be exercised when I move…against my will.