Oil on canvas.

MEMORY FAILS US, in part, because nature mercifully wishes to hide from us things which are painful.

The spider-web of protective forgetfulness is woven

Over the mouth of the cave

Which conceals the raw head

And bloody bones

Of our misfortunes.

But the greatest of us are those that insist on facing reality in every form.

Because the past is dead.

Bury it.

Let your desire guide you.