IT'S ALL SO INTERESTING

The Family A brilliant collection of records seared on a holographic film Kept hidden within vault and camouflage Repressed for a century, cornered upon soft walls Chilled and masked, blanketed until winters end We’ve piled high the snow and sandbags, growing weary of the sleepless nights, yet pushing forward ‘til dawn breaks and our fear turns back. As if to greet us, congratulate our survival, the sunlight leans forward to reveal our newborn lives and worlds, each individually grateful to be welcomed. A thin mist follows the new light, lazily grazing as it comes. A sharp gash in a window raises alarm, as we are reminded of the risks in exposing ourselves to the outside. The unknown is feared in these times, and fear is our only hope to finding the new light once more when dusk fails. I observe the women straining with absent mind, arms heavy for our family, they bring supplies, foods, and the blocks of life up hills, through deserts and from stream to ocean, glacier and

General: It was a beautiful time; the morning was full of joy, laughter and cuddles. The evenings, soft conversation between lovers and friends. Memories were made then that have never been rivaled and will never be overwritten. They have no equal in the past, nor challenger in the future. They sit alone, atop a pedestal of light and love. Any mistakes that were made can be taken and dropped into the rivers of time. They belong there, where they can nourish and teach. All is forgiven. The heart has a special place for love. It is like the vacuum of space; it is still, quiet, full of silence. But in certain places, at certain times, it is ignited and explodes. Why this happens, is not known. How it happens, is a mystery. But how it feels, is experienced by the luckiest of those on earth. The select few who have the privilege of feeling the ambrosia of love bursting through their chest. Each morning, waking up to the warm embrace of love; it is a special, lifelong gift. No matter