Something wild was here and you
are not alone. Landfill, we have a
question for you, about the bones
of things. Library, we have questions
about the bones. We spend our
nights saying it wrong, and yet we
run so you can dream of running,
so you remember, good or bad, that
the world glows bright.
—  Richard Siken, “Confession,” featured on the Rubin Museum of Art website