Horizons: Sculptures by Neil Dawson
17:56// One summer adventure we would have (had) fun on would (have) be(en) a day-trip to this sculpture garden. I am sorry I lost my mind during the tempest and became such a pain. I love you. Be well.
18:19// A story playing on the wall about a father who had always told his daughter he would build her a castle one day. When she was still very young, the father vanished, without explanation. Sixteen years later, the daughter is notified that her father has passed away of tuberculosis. She was given a letter. He had left so as not to infect his wife and daughter, moving to the desert. He spent the last years of his life alone building the castle. *tears stream liberally* Oh man. Shew. *sniffles* While listening to the story, I also played out scenes from one of our hypothetical futures in which I build the coolest treehouse. I am sorry I was such a damn fool. I love you. Keep up the great work being you m. Shew.
18:26// The castle he built is in Arizona, the same state in which the London Bridge now resides, spanning a lake created when they dammed the Colorado River. It is such a strange world in which we live. AutoCorrect, as usual, immediately changed what I wrote to “love”. I really can be sensitive, in a complementary sort of way, without becoming the mess I was during the tempest. Whether we ever make peace or not, please know that I have never nor will I ever be your adversary. I love you, for you. Be well stranger.
18:31// Oh, and the father made the promise to his daughter one day as they were building sandcastles on the beach. Rivulets glisten down my cheeks. Shew. I love you.
18:35// He left a letter behind speaking of a secret room. Among other bits in this room was a St. Valentine’s Day card she had given him when she was very young. This story is cathartic and helps reassure me of the goodness and beauty our species is capable of.