paper and dust
Io sono, io ero, io sarò.
paper and dust 2026.05.29 i have boxes of docs from decades ago all legal and all proving they lived or maybe just that they existed right up until the point they didn't and i suppose my signature on those final testaments prove that i persisted or at least that i had sinecure i suppose it's why i can't dispose of them to depose them for they have such power over me there's no one to leave them to nobody to prove a bloodline i have a map by nicollette of the upper mississippi basin well before my ancestors moved into the region it names the mini akipan kaduza if you look closely i doubt it would show up on google maps or gps but we who grew up and are buried there know it exists and will persist long after the ink of my name on the paper wills decays into dust io sono, io ero, io sarò i am, i was, i will be
The Road and The Sky - Jackson Browne



Same box (file cabinet), same isolation between generations that are gone and generations that will not be following, similar old maps, same flash of realization that despite all this documentation we are only passing through this place that will soon shrug off its human parasites and their scars (both paper and steel) and continue its slow, steady journey around the sun.