Since the first of the year, a steady stream of news stories regarding the death of creatures winged and gilled, close and far from home have made their way to the ICI Ephemera Kabinett.
So many answers. The question (we should ask, are afraid to ask), like madness, lurks in the shadow waiting for its prey.
We’ve filed the stories next to a weathered postcard from the Phillip’s Collection in Washington, D. C. On the front is Dead Bird by Albert Pinkham Ryder (1890s.). On the back a handwritten note: “I didn’t know I had forgotten how to cry.”