Living in Memory

It's a new Ukraine.
It's being made by the twenty-somethings
Language: Ukrainian, Russian, Dollars,
Extensive travel throughout Europe, Turkey, Egypt, then getting around to 5-year visas to the US

Role switch. Musical chairs. It's their turn now. Our turn to do a different role.

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I'm reminded of Memory by Rauschenberg. When it was in the Princeton University Art museum, I wrote a paper on it. Rounding the corner at a museum (was it Bilbao? was it the Met?) I saw an old friend.
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Traveling, retracing steps. It's comfortable. Walking down well-worn paths. Seeing old friends.

Yesterday I started to make new ones. Not intentionally. It was reluctant. I wanted to be just and observer so I went to an art auction fundraiser as a guest. Ja nestrymalas' I started talking to a few people. I wanted to be home around 10ish, so I left before I really got going.

Almost tested out the driving range and the 2-level golf club, but I looked at my Stewart Weitzman (sp?) espadrilles slingbacks and declined the offer from the very competent (Ukrainian-speaking) golf pro and headed out to meet the cab that someone had called for me.