by Kelvin Smith
Multiple narratives don’t always help. The people in the multi-storey, multi-story dwellings don’t know each other any better than spread-out rusticals. Their stories do not intermingle as they might, but stack up, tottering, only to be brought together in few intimate moments or by ideology and hopefulness.
Finding ways to broadcast other points of view is more difficult than putting them on cloud, stick, disc or shelf. Naming a lost or drought-doomed child may tell a story, but identifying the dead doesn’t tell anyone anything anywhere.
Published voices, like trees in forests, fall silent if no one hears their sound.