Studying literature really messes with your brain. It makes you think everything stands for something. Nothing happens just because; it all written with purpose and intent. Sometimes we carry this thought away from the seriffed pages and into the real world.
It meant something to me that I saw and photographed this piece of art on a wall near Kikar Rabin:
As I have alluded to before, the assassination of Prime Minister Rabin was a pivotal point in my life--it was my introduction to the land I have come to love as my own. The complexities of his assassination parallel his mission, then and now. For him, then, I put this serendipitous crane photo to the best use possible: A Memorial to his words for our future.
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