“Old customs are easy to forget with the flashing of events in our lives. Easy to forget, like the heavy clothing we once wore to survive the winters. It is an old custom, the handing down of things. A good knife, a well-made pipe, a heavy robe. Tradition falls prey to constant change, and creativity becomes so revered that the past is a relic, only to be admired. But in this coat, I was held to the earth, pulled to the past by its weight.” WellsMadeEarthPastFallEasyForgetCreativityOur LivesEventsTraditionWeightConstantWinterHeavyCustomsKnivesClothingsCoatsPreyPipeRobesRelics Author:Craig Childs
“The land is not old. It only changes, becoming one thing and the next. We are the ones who ascribe age, the brevity of our lives demanding a beginning, middle and end.” EndsAgeNextOur LivesOne ThingLandMiddleBecomingBrevityBecoming OneBeginning Middle And End Author:Craig Childs
