HANAKO

As a child, have you ever picked up stones and bits of saltwater debris along an ebbing
tide? Or pressed leaves or flowers between the pages of a paperback? Oblivious that
tomorrow these odds and ends may be discarded along with the ephemeral quality of
yesterday’s dusk. We are afraid, that if an experience is not captured, it is lost. In the quiet
contemplation of old photographs, we see our younger faces eternally smiling. Under the
flashbulb, once secure and content with the promise of life. Comfort is found in preserving
memories as they provide us with extensions to our past, present, and future. If you’ve
ever been a child that kept stones and flowers, you’d understand that they weren’t just passing whims, but fragments of eternity.