Photo Story: Past Life

Before erosion and time morphed it into a wonder worth gawking at, this was just a place.

Our place.

Now strangers come, trampling over the spot where you told me your secrets, taking photos made to look like they are holding history in their hands.

Do you remember the time you came here and I caught one of your tears? In muddy grass, we watched the perfect dew shaped droplet until it melted. Your tear, a mighty river, traced the lines in my palm.

I hadn’t learned yet that you can’t capture the past if it’s not yours to own.

Photographer: Ethan Chiang