Which is to say, in a somewhat stark way, that I have something to say here but can’t quite figure out the right way to say it. So for now, at the same place where all things begin. A thought, a story, a picture, an image, all beginning with light, shadow, and the blank slate [...]
This is for my dad, Robert Ronald Hayes…born January 28, 1932, died August 16, 2008 The obituary in the paper is three lines long and inaccurate. It reads: Robert Ronald Hayes, 78, a probation officer, of Las Vegas, died Aug. 16, 2008. He is survived by his son, Patrick McSweeney of Las Vegas. No services [...]
We cannot think of a time that is oceanless Or of an ocean not littered with wastage Or of a future that is not liable Like the past, to have no destination. TS Eliot, The Dry Salvages