Out on the open ground not far from the buildings
an abandoned newspaper has lain for months, full of events.
It grows old through nights and days in rain and sun,
on the way to becoming a plant, a cabbage head, on the way to being
            united with the earth.
Just as a memory is slowly transmuted into your own self.
—“About History” by Tomas Tranströmer (from Bells and Tracks)