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2008 Flyboy

There are the crashed and abandoned cars, the remnants of sudden, crushing impacts being quietly absorbed into the otherwise bucolic landscape; the unsettling experience of browsing for tourist trinkets within a stone’s throw of the border with its looming watchtowers and armed British soldiers; celebrating my son’s birthday as the news comes over the radio that a car-bomb has just gone off in a crowded shopping street.

Parallel to these occurrences is a process of memorializing; a compilation of ancient mythologies entwined with more recent tragedies. It seems the classic formation of nationalist history, the past creating a sense of home, of belonging, of communal suffering and outrage, and finally, a collective self and its promise of the future.