War Is Not Just A Victory Or

I Do Not Think You Can Find A Reason For Everything You Make.

I Though About What Death Is, What A Loss Is. A Sharp Pain That Lessens With Time, But Can Never Quite Heal Over. A Scar. The Idea Occurred To Me There On The Site. Take A Knife And Cut Open The Earth, And With Time The Grass Would Heal It. As If You Cut Open The Rock And Polished It.

My Dad Was Dean Of Fine Arts At The University. I Was Casting Bronzes In The School Foundry. I Was Using The University As A Playground.

When I Was Very Little, We Would Get Letters From China, In Chinese, And They' Be Censored. We Were A Very Insular Little Family.

I Started Studying What The Nature Of A Monument Is And What A Monument Should Be. And For The World War Iii Memorial I Designed A Futile, Almost Terrifying Passage That Ends Nowhere.