The War Museum
It sees multiple generations; sometimes hand-in-hand, exploring the past. Great lessons from great wars. In the eyes of the visitors who come through those bronze doors, you can spot the glazing over as they roam in the middle of displays, not seeing the stories weaving. They do so almost intentionally. War is too hard to comprehend. I don’t blame them. They choose to be tourists instead. Hashtag devastation. Others have furrowed brows as they begin to feel the essence of the struggle… the fight to be human. The orphan child. The epidemic. The 18-yr-old who had fallen in love with the world and was forced to shoot it up. Iron… honey… gold… as the poet said. The old veteran volunteer tries to explain to a group of young kids. They laugh amongst themselves as they face back to the glare of their screens. They don’t know yet that history repeats itself.