Day 19.

We have this fascination with places where long ago things happened-- with us, or, more often, without us. Even the least spiritual of us feel something different about places where we know a murder or a bombing or a fall transpired. It is as if no concept of time exists when we walk through-- no concept of past or present. The events of the past are not immovably stuck there, and it seems possible that all moments happen within this one: that faint outlines of long-bygone people whirr around us like mechanical toys, forever reenacting the same storied scene.