Monday, August 24, 2009

love

I've been thinking so much about people I've never met and will never meet. Jasmine Fiore's mom, showing other kinds of pictures of her murdered daughter. Jasmine as a kid, on a horse. As a smiling toddler. So many hopes, such enormous grief.

Then, a daughter who went to extremes to be with her mom. A story about a daughter getting caught on purpose so she could share a prison cell with her mom. According to them, it was some of the best times they'd ever had.

A few thousand years ago, the pharao Hatshepsut died but where is her mummy? Perhaps she's buried with the person who loved her best, her fullfigured wet nurse?