i have found myself walking over a lot of land in northern New England and i swear i am picking up on local history. images flash through my head like i have seen it in action. i sensed a working waterfront destroyed by fire at the turn of the last century was arson and read later it was suspected arson. i am sensing so many places that once thrived and now deliberately squelched. places i have been before seem to know i am awake and beg me to notice.