i remember the second 9-11. i was at my antique water department desk collaging when x told me on the phone breathlessly. it's a bad cliche but it did feel like time stopped and just a few people were moving around as if in sleep. the wakener collage i made then arrived in kansas city today and i'm amazed. well this began when i saw the picture of the bird laying by the outside door of my old studio apartment and then the infinity transportation bus that couldn't fit through the train underpass and had to reverse into our alley and turn back—where i don't know. the beauty of time, unlike the built world perhaps, is we can go back and and return and the present is still here waiting.