The Native Americans believe that the past never really ceases to exist.
That everywhere you go, life that once was continues on in another dimension unseen by present man.
Every street, every building, every home that you enter lives an undying past.
I think about this everywhere I go, especially when I travel.
Who stood in this exact place before me? What happened to them? Where did life take them?
I treasure this notion.
and I wonder if they can see us.