If loss were a currency

<p>One sometimes wonders if <em>silence speaks loudest </em>not only because it signals to an absence or an inability to articulate despite wanting to but that it reminds us that even in whatever is said uttered yelled there is always also a silence accompanying it walking beside it within it. And it be tales which hold on to these silences who speak loudest to us.</p><p></p><p><em>I Was There </em>is one such tale. A story by Helena Kuc as inherited by - and simultaneously born(e) through - her granddaughter Kamila Kuc it is both from before and after her. So two tales telling themselves in their own times and contemporaneously with each other. Fully cognisant that what is lost in the telling in all tellings what remains silent is the <em>now</em> - that remains for the ones who watch the ones who listen the ones who see.</p><p></p><p>That it be the ones attending to these tales - Laima Leyton Ecka Mordecai Dara Waldon Jeremy Fernando Kamila Kuc herself and<em> you</em> - who hold on to this loss. A loss that is a currency: not just because it is traded shared but always also <em>electric</em> <em>charged.</em> Where all of us run the risk of being charged and held accountable for - and potentially recharged and electrified by - opening ourselves to that loss.</p>