Princes 02-07, 02-08 and 02-09
PRINCES D'ÉTERNITÉ, les derniers seront les premiers History is everywhere. It seeps into the soil, the subsoil. Like rain, or hail, or snow, or blood. Things find me. I study them. Dark things. Bright things. Stones. I hear messages. In the wind and in the passing of the wind. I hear stories. It could be myself telling them to myself or it could be these murmurs that come out of the earth. The earth so old and haunted… It talks. Things past and things yet to be. (From: Edna O’Brien, House of Splendid Isolation) We keep things tidy. We tidy up, we clean. Death smells. Dead animals smell. We do not want to see dead animals. We do not want to see death. But skeletons als attrackt us. We want to see them. Do we want to touch them? Do we want to feel them? We reason. We start examining them. We start describing them. We give them names, we frame them. We put them in sections, screen them off. This weay it is rational again. At a safe distance we can look.