Saule Sidrys (1986-2009)
If memory by definition positions itself across a ravine from that which is no longer present, its cry constitutes not a hollow sound, not a lament, but an echo, a trace of you, eternally recurring. If lacunae form as I invoke your image, this suggests not a sink but a porousness. What remains is a conduit you fill completely, Saule. Your elegance and grace remain. All our words and gestures populate the absence. Love bridges the distance.