all we wanted was time. we were so detached.

this is my sixtieth memorial day. i don't remember the last memorial day. i never celebrated memorial day. i think about it today rather more than yesterday. i think about all the memorial days i didn't celebrate all the wars that start and never end that start again until this day, we celebrate the dead because we live and know we could be one of those. sixty years of collective memory lost in memorial holes all over the planet, the body earth full of worm trails, memory holes. i'm one of those. a living memory hole. 

we should have wanted to remember peace more than to forget war. america is the primitive thug of the planet now, more than ever, and this murderous regime is all the more reason to celebrate peace even though peace is only in our imagination. 

these images are my memory of today. all that remains, images that only last a moment, while turning to memory before disappearing.