Conflicted Memories

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Crow is the shadow falling across the land, the messenger slipping between the spiritual and material worlds. Owned by no-one, loyal to no-one but too clever to simply be the unbiased carrier of information, the objective channel. 

 And yet, the crow is our unreliable interpreter, the small still voice. Everything gets twisted in his black beak and must be picked apart for meaning. Everything is open to continual interpretation, even our own memories. It is the price we pay for being unable to bear the silence, this curious torment of unknowing.