AUGUST 2026
NORTH GALLERY
Solastalgia | xochiyollotl
I remember the first summer I noticed the trees shriveling, turning grey, eaten from the inside out. The air was hot and the rain never came. The swing tree and the joy it brought now lived only in my mind.
I remember the first winter the snow wasn’t falling as heavily as it used to. Roads without snowbanks, muddy ski trails, and trick-or-treaters without bulky layers under their costumes.
I remember the summer I pulled fish from the river, their bodies smaller than I'd grow to know. The time I saw white bellies in an eddy, where the water had pooled and the temperature rose.
I remember returning home from college. Seeing the retreat of glaciers, once blue, clear, and towering, now out of reach. Small things, white and dirty. Four short years - a lifetime.
I’m not much older now.
The world will not be what it was.
