The Blankest of Blank Slates / by Nathan Webster


[hw]The expanse and austerity muffle meaning,[/hw] absorb sound, and the stories that arise from the salt flats, the lake, quickly dissolve and slip into the distance. Without cultural ephemera to record its passing, time moves in larger increments than it does in the city. Here ephemera is a glacial imprint, the impression of an ancient body in a rock, a shoreline far above. Memories are held in the land: the ghost of a sea, extinct animals swimming above us, and the filmy outlines of partially remembered people whose impressions were too soft to fossilize. Stories turn to ghosts; already there are two ghosts of the Saltair layered under the first. Children and roller coasters no longer extant, slide into the vastness.