first to slow down, then to stop, to hibernate in time, icelight. the book i just got from my queue in june is titled an inventory of losses, about all the things lost due to our negligence. the victorian xmas card is a mourning card for the lost bird, and the bird a symbol human loss. the icelight is a window for the lost. by looking at what's lost can we find and save what we have. i guess my question is what can we save, can we save ourselves.