It's Funny, As You Live Through Something

If We Forget What Used To Be, Then We’ve Lost An Ability To Really Be Sensitive To Our Surroundings.

A Lot Of My Works Deal With A Passage, Which Is About Time. I Don't See Anything That I Do As A Static Object In Space. It Has To Exist As A Journey In Time.

I Though About What Death Is, What A Loss Is. A Sharp Pain That Lessens With Time, But Can Never Quite Heal Over. A Scar. The Idea Occurred To Me There On The Site. Take A Knife And Cut Open The Earth, And With Time The Grass Would Heal It. As If You Cut Open The Rock And Polished It.

We Were Unusually Brought Up; There Was No Gender Differentiation. I Was Never Thought Of As Any Less Than My Brother.

It's Funny, As You Live Through Something You're Not Aware Of It.