In the very near future I’ll be heading out on a trip that traverses states and features city and country locales. As I research ideas and plot out plans I’ve realized that there is a very strong link between what I do as part of the daily grind and what I do when I travel. When I’m at work I preserve the paper echos of places that no longer exist, and then when I travel I search for spiritual traces on temporal planes that have moved on to new instances of reality. I never expect to find what was there before, but I respect the residues of the past and embrace the present energy of a place.
Though I often think of what’s lost to time, I also think of how these spaces are conduits of memory, sending letters in a bottle to the present. Often the bottles are broken and the letters shredded by time, but fragments remain. The fragments still tell stories and demonstrate that memory and place are important partners that weave together a human fabric. How will we wear the fabric woven by past human action and metamorphosed land? Thinking about the potential fashion of the future gets me jazzed.