i am accused of tending to the past br as if i made it, br as if i sculpted it br with my own hands. i did not. br this past was waiting for me br when i came, br a monstrous unnamed baby, br and i with my mother's itch br took it to breast br and named it br History. br she is more human now, br learning languages everyday, br remembering faces, names and dates. br when she is strong enough to travel br on her own, beware, she will.