Evans, Mary2023-07-312023-07-312023https://hdl.handle.net/1794/2862032 pagesThe wheel of change spins, creating cylindrical space like a slow-moving tornado in which we reside in the center. It collapses in on itself. Memory creates the shape of a spiral thrust forward into the future, mimicking the travels of the solar system. On birthdays, TV reruns, and with whiffs of familiar smells, we return to what is stored in the body. What feels like apparitions of the past are alive and well, moving through our DNA. The ending of things leaves occupation for something else, A growing thing.enCreative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0-USdaturablackberryblue lotusTerminal Project