We build memories and desires within them, meet hopes and challenges with them, fantasy and regret perch tentatively on a monthly infrastructure burdening us with weighty nostalgia and what might of been. 'Where were we this time last year?' The months are the handwritten lines within the paragraph of our season and the book of our life, joining and echoing the past, present and future.

New Cross, June 2008
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