May 3, 2002
Outside my window and up the hill is a public storage warehouse. On the roof of this warehouse are huge letters spelling out the word, “STORAGE”. I can only see “RAGE” because there is a tree blocking “STO”. A few months ago a wind storm knocked over the “R” and so all I could see was “AGE”. I thought a lot about aging and what it meant to be an age and also age in the era sense. The “R” was restored its former place, I thought differently about rage-- how the wind will blow away rage and leave age.