object of memory

we must return to where it was lost / if we want to find it again

Tag: survival

  • stuck

    I got stuck a lot this week.

    Stuck outside when I was trying to move my classroom from one room to another and the worst sounding fire alarm in the world went off and I forgot my key card inside.

    Stuck on NJT somewhere between Secaucus and Newark Broad for 90 minutes and in an airless, broken-down train before we were “rescued” and pushed back deeper into NJ.

    Stuck in general.

    I found this leaf while waiting to return to the pretty vacant (fall break) school building. The coloring was so gorgeous. It was a tiny sapling pushing up through two pieces of brick retaining wall.

    I guess one might have thought it was stuck, too, but in retrospect, it was more likely reaching toward survival.