Broken Record

In the cold and rain yesterday I dared to enter a haunted house I'd been curious about for years. I needed to get out of the office in the worst way. Something creepy seemed just right.

I found this broken record in the corner. It felt like finding a memory, an abstract memory that needed to be contained. This memory that belonged to someone else pulled me in with its sad beauty.

The writer Thomas Moore says that memory is potent, a kind of poetry, a force that ties our past to our present to overcome the disjunction of a too literal life. I would add that memory is always composed of what's included and what's left out, and this image speaks to that truth vividly.