The Garden of Forking Morts Part 1

Old demos and looking at yourself looking at the past

The dogwood blooms on the heels of the cherry blossoms. After the magnolia. I try to remember the sequence of these things—the rings of nature orbiting the lines of history. Circular, linear, and we, poor, big-brained bipeds, somehow astride both.

It caused me no small anxiety when I heard the theory that you only truly remember a thing once. That afterw…