“If self is a location, so is love: Bearings taken, markings, cardinal points, Options, obstinacies, dug heels & distance, ..now & then, a stance.”

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— Seamus Heaney

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Time is infinite. It expands and it contracts. It is both still and moving. It is here and it is there. It is has no real edges. Its travels and moves beyond what we can see or fully know. Time links to place and to each of us. It connects us. Memory, is its container. I go to that place you know. The place you always knew. I know it now also. I look to the Horizon for you, but you are gone. I am looking for something else. What is it?

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Through the Horizons series, I am exploring the relationship between memory and time, and seek to understand the uncontrollable boundaries and limits that are inherent to them.

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