It seems the two are becoming one. New Media is haunting my days and nights, away from classroom influence it seeps into my brain and out again.
Barely had the store unlocked; a neighbor from the past is there. A finder of old and rare books, he has helped me in the past to find the diamonds I sought. Many years have passed, he has passed in space from sea to shining sea and has returned again. It is good to see him.
The talk goes through the politics, the literature, the past, ultimately woven into the future by the web. New media methods come up in conversation, my excitement at its possibilities igniting his and reigniting mine. An hour passes before the old prints are revealed for framing, but not before we’ve traded facts and feelings and the knowledge of how to turn pages in a book.
It is all out there, we decide. It only need be sought.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology