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PERSONAL ARCHAEOLOGY
Every archaeologist finds brings us closer to answering the questions "Who are we?" Sometimes this unearthed knowledge can be unpleasant, inconvenient, and not in line with previously accepted theories about ourselves.
PERSONAL ARCHAEOLOGY
Every archaeologist finds brings us closer to answering the questions "Who are we?" Sometimes this unearthed knowledge can be unpleasant, inconvenient, and not in line with previously accepted theories about ourselves.
I’ve been here for a long time. Me and this shovel. The pain in my back is with me too.
The three of us (the shovel, the pain and me) remove the soil. Layer by layer.
Patiently, methodically, with full confidence that there is SOMETHING there.
I put the shovel aside: it is risky to use it any further, I can damage WHAT is there, under the layer of earth. I take a small scoop, kneel down and carefully continue. The deeper I go, the more effort, more clay, stones, more struggle with my body. I don’t stop. I will not leave here until I find THIS. I am overcome with inspiration and a desire to dig down.
For a moment I freeze, anticipating my delight when SOMETHING is discovered. And at that moment something cold and heavy begins to pulsate in my stomach. My inspiration is consumed by fear. I shiver. I feel my hands shaking. The body turns to stone. Thoughts that have never appeared since the beginning of the excavations run through my mind.
The three of us (the shovel, the pain and me) remove the soil. Layer by layer.
Patiently, methodically, with full confidence that there is SOMETHING there.
I put the shovel aside: it is risky to use it any further, I can damage WHAT is there, under the layer of earth. I take a small scoop, kneel down and carefully continue. The deeper I go, the more effort, more clay, stones, more struggle with my body. I don’t stop. I will not leave here until I find THIS. I am overcome with inspiration and a desire to dig down.
For a moment I freeze, anticipating my delight when SOMETHING is discovered. And at that moment something cold and heavy begins to pulsate in my stomach. My inspiration is consumed by fear. I shiver. I feel my hands shaking. The body turns to stone. Thoughts that have never appeared since the beginning of the excavations run through my mind.
2019
