Iroquois Central High School - Iroquoian Yearbook (Elma, NY)

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On the tower The tower, like the memories forming it, is infinite. We cannot conceive of it as a whole but only in fragments, each a happy memory. We remember the time when nothing went wrong, when everyone seemed to be our friend. We recall drifting through some surrealistic world where the grass is always green, sky blue, people beautiful. We also remember events captured in our minds like a gallery of frozen action. We can relive the funny thing that happened on the way to the cafeteria, or that brief moment when everything was perfect. The tower is indeed infinite. 5

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In the Mines The mines are a dark labyrinth of loss. They are intangible and therefore terrifying. We would gladly forget the memories of the rotten times that are the mines, but we cannot. They come like phantoms of the night, uninvited. We would gladly forget the failures and losses, the blunders and misses. It would be easier not to remember feeling trapped or alone. It would be great if we never relived hating or being hated, or the pointless fury of others and ourselves. We might wish to seal the mines, never to return. But the mines cannot be escaped. 6