And now, memory and loss 
beat softly, a measure of time.

The last notes of the score have been played.

A deafening eerie silence that has fallen resonates.

Sounds and screams seem like distant echoes from a
recent past.

W o r d s  &  P h o t o g r a p h s   b y  G i l l e s  P e r e s s
© 1995