I was always alone at A* but I wanted to be a tour guide, to gather others around me and walk with them and tell them stories, to show them the edges, the hinterland, the connective tissue, the limina, the penumbric spaces.
I wasn’t interested in the flora, I passed over it without seeing, without noticing. Did birds sing in Birkenau? I can’t say, I didn’t hear them but that may be because I never thought to listen. I was interested in the birches, the trees from which Birkenau took its name.
I was changing and was changed by A*, it tugged at my roots.
I walked over it as it slumbered in the soil, dug in, holding fast against modernity.
An article about Holocaust survivors and the profound weirdness of the Shoah Foundation’s hologram effort. This article speaks directly to my PhD research, not so much for the technology but in the questioning of how Holocaust memorialisation works.