Friday, September 21, 2007

The Sound of My Voice

Dear Great Great Grandchildren,

We never met. The Great Great Grand parents (that I never met) were probably born in the 1890s in a different world. I think the commonness of air travel would inspire the most awe. Nuclear weapons the most fear and the internet the most confusion.

What is my world like? What wacky social taboos do we adhere to? What blindspots does hindsight make clear? How has my generation constructed it's own version of hell? Aren't you interested my eventual offspring?

Here lies the sum of all I have learned and the record of my life. I'll strive for full disclosure yet I know historical texts are rarely used for their author's purpose. You are welcome to live between the lines.

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