I've never been good at saying goodbye But everyday I wake up, and I try I'm haunted by memory, of things I can't say They're changing me... - Secrets in Stereo, Starting to Rain They say your past will have ghosts. I didn't really know what that meant until this year. Growing up isolated, I … Continue reading Haunted by memory
Thirteen years is long enough for memory to grow stale. But it can’t erase video footage. For twelve years, I have remembered 9/11 by reliving it. I planted dozens of flags with the College Republicans on campus until my thumbs blistered, I viewed dramatizations with my family, I held the steel beam of the World … Continue reading Where have all the ribbons gone?