Profile, interview. Query. Video, stills, audio. A mess of technology to record. It’s a strange process to pull
memories and information from the hidden ethers, from invisible synapses and
cloudy grey matter - after years or even decades.
The flicker of emotion across
an engaged face, eyes transfixed on some unfolding event long since passed.
Describing a smell from the Black Hole of Calcutta and the nose and lips twist
again in revulsion. The concussion of a Saigon rocket blast remembered, the
nerves tingle from a horrific moment from a lifetime ago. A smile and warmth
across the face while recollecting an epiphany – the moment it finally made
sense. The shared memory from two together, recalling how they met. Tragedy,
love, passion, awe, wonder, relentlessness…
I have shared many of these moments during this last week.
Lifetimes of key experiences - from nearly every continent and spanning 60
years from more than a dozen people. A conduit. I become the shared synapse.
Passed from one to another for me to pass along again. A collective sharing. A
sharing collective. A polyphonic communication. A hope. -
Ear, eye, head, heart.
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