Dried Ink
Old newspapers and magazines fascinate me. I get lost in them, bound in musty hardcover a year at a time, a man alone in a library room lit by afternoon sunlight, or at the midnight table. Experiencing snapshots of a day of a year, the important news, the prices of goods and services, the information people absorbed without knowing the future as I know the past, the things that no longer exist, the dust on my fingers. I have flipped through brittle yellow pages and covered 10