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The walk from Loch Lannagh to the studio takes about twenty three minutes.  I walked it every day of my time in Castlebar. While walking I would take images using whatever was at hand. It was usually a leisurely stroll. You see things. Some mean something and start a train of thought. I gave those thoughts time. You see people, you feel ghosts and think about the lives of others. I suppose that is the luxury of a residency.

When I was here, I asked you a question, asked many of you a question. Where do you go? I meant the words. I meant the words to trickle down, to be pondered (where do you find comfort when you need to be alone?)  What can you believe in, now? The answers that were gifted to me were eclectic, as were the answerers. Some spoke of singular moments, sounds, memories, simple and effecting. Others of loss or trauma or well-practiced ways of uncoupling from this life, for a moment.

All were generous and considered, also anonymous or absentminded, one slightly drunk, or just a little uncomfortable. I put words in digital mouths, to stand in place of those not fond of lenses. Those mouths really have nowhere to go but yet they seem to be everywhere these days. These digital creatures, with different thoughts, they scare me, as you once did. They are making new histories, as we all are. So many different histories of the same moment.

The walk takes twenty three minutes. The video takes twenty three minutes. Just like you walked it with me. I was thinking of you at the time.