01-22-01

method: collage, almost finished. I'm waiting to mount the rest of the large alphabet stamps I have. Soul Archaeology will be written across the top of the image in gold.

After thinking about masks for far too long (see the last entry for details), I thought about stories.

How many we have. How many we share. How our inner selves are vessels, libraries, archives. Buried tombs.

Who we were is written in words we can't read. Who we will be is determined by how well we read the map of our past experiences and our current senses.

It's all clear in eagle's-eye-view. Why isn't it clear when it's in front of me?