for those who stay and for those they leave behind.
Who stayed where they grew – who had the choice? The condition of modern life is transience, alienation and temporal disjunction. We mourn a time before placelessness, before time fell out of joint. Memories reach forth from the past into the present, echoing from places I have never been before, across distant seas and from stories that are not my own. Cultural memory is imbued in archaic forms of folk dress and though these forms of dress are temporally distant these cultural expressions persist today in afterimages, ghosts lingering in spite of our forgetfulness.