Voices on the Wind Obscure Voices
Dropping the Past by Susan Stevens makes a light ringing sound or shatter, like the fragments of shards. In fifty years it wonít matter a whit to that distant generation following usóthe photos, films, histories, the accoutrements of our lives will, as kindred memories fail, all lose their allusions and import and raison díetre and so will we. Preposterous to save what we value where we live, really. Better to leave words that the anxious-to-dispose latter-day heirs canít understand but also canít do away with or even think to look for on a library shelf in a home somewhere or in a fine bookstore you used to frequent.