“History will be kind to me for I intend to write it.”
― Winston S. Churchill
There was salty water leaking from the sky, and there was salty water licking the sand. There stood a figure, arms open to the waves.
It was the welcome figure, hugging the sky, the ocean, and the rain. “The Welcome Figure is a gift from the Squamish Nation, marking K’aya’chtn (gathering of ocean canoes). In honour of the teachings and wisdom of the Squamish Nation grandmothers, the sculpture fosters respect for the land, animals, and people that occupy it.”
A grey cylinder supported its stature, however, it appeared to have become a canvas for every bypasser. Names, dates, hearts, phone numbers, phallic symbols, drawings, and doodles interlaced below the figure.
I wondered, will a future wanderer attempt to transcribe these scribbles in hopes of gaining a glimpse into our current world?
The breadcrumbs that we leave behind, how much do they actually represent us? Are they the worst of us or the best of us?
Too many questions? Well, I have one more; how factual and authentic are the pieces that are left for us from the past?
Perhaps all we do is unendingly cranking out bended truth.
P.S. If you are a history or mystery lover, I highly recommend reading (if you haven’t done so yet) Fingerprints of the Gods: The Evidence of Earth’s Lost Civilization by Graham Hancock.