dole

Brother, can you spare a dime?

Bright facades and uprights fail to hide the rusting plumbing. From the shadows emerges a past that was momentarily forgotten but not abandoned, with hand outstretched; seemingly suppressed by even the round table of equal opportunity. The light illuminates, showing what needs to be seen. But is there more behind, shuttered and closed off? To feed an addiction is also to offer sustenance, or so I want to believe. You are your past, there's no denying that. But can one buy off the past to assuage the present. Once again, I am left with the conundrum of valuing something that cannot be valued. For starters, how does one price memories?