The Old, The New and The Forgotten

An Essay by Jonathan Lerma

Too often, these days, I have moments that wash over me like waves in a torrid storm. Moments lost. All that was, all that is and all that is buried. The joys, the tears and the many moments I no longer remember.

It is autumn now and the leaves are falling. I seek those moments that offer comfort. The Old, like a well-worn jacket that is no longer functional but suggests security that feels familiar. The reliable that says all is okay.

And as the air cools once again, change approaches. I search for warmth but there is only coldness in The New. Absence of testament that breeds uncertainty. Trust is a hard-fought battle. Even more so, when The New comes disguised in The Old.

But now, winter is coming. The frost chokes my joints, and I am slow. The Forgotten is where my lost memories reside. Dreams drowned by the weight of loss. Condemned and sentenced. There will be no appeals and demolition is certain. Discarded and forgotten.

1. Spin Cycle

2. Tension

3. Neglect

4. Comfort

5. Temple

6. Decay

7. Tattoo You

8. Convenience

9. Unredeemable

10. At the Car Wash

11. A Sign for the Times

12. Incarcerated