JUST US

Nothing is a whim. Time stretches us fat and thin. Its evolution serves to address questions asked eternally and opens up avenues of uncertainty since, save for perhaps objective sciences, answers are never sure.
Pictures are sure. They remain fixed in the moment they were seized; their reading is as always ambiguos, subject to the changing perceptions and intuitions bred by delusion or by experience.
Twenty-five years ago I had hope; now I have fortitude. The Sabatines are splayed across the Pennsylvania hills; John is dead; the family is hardly talking, if at all. The battle of bones and carcasses on Little Creek Road is gone, as is my relationship to that process. [...]
Expectations are lower, and the struggle for true justice has shifted to the status quo of Just Us.
(Larry Fink | Social Graces)