The Holy Land
Some day we shall talk about this like we do the Bamiyans - remembering only in parts the things that make us look less reprehensible. It is what we do best when pushed to a corner, and asked to make a statement but instead we slip into memes like the expert raconteur we think we are. We like to imagine we have something important to say, and perhaps we do - maybe it's in our nature to demand an alternate universe where everything is as it should be and yet here we are today exactly where we've always been comfortably vacillating and arguing about just causes as if they really matter but what do we have to say to this valley of dry bones, this graveyard of tired voices, this morgue of a city that hasn't been said already do we imagine there'll be resuscitation if we speak clearly enough or perhaps we must simply let the rubble tell its own story like the Bamiyans long ago and retu...
