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	<title>Comments on: Forgotten</title>
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	<description>Searching for the Meaning of the Word Civilization</description>
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		<title>By: South! &#124; Sovereign Nations</title>
		<link>http://www.sovereignnations.net/2012/06/29/forgotten/#comment-47141</link>
		<dc:creator>South! &#124; Sovereign Nations</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Sep 2012 19:49:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] Of course, the word itself is horrible.  Grotty old thing.  We&#8217;ve decided to take the boat to New London and call that home port for now.  So much better.  We can&#8217;t live in a place called Groton.  Remember &#8211; that&#8217;s the forgotten place! [...]]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Of course, the word itself is horrible.  Grotty old thing.  We&#8217;ve decided to take the boat to New London and call that home port for now.  So much better.  We can&#8217;t live in a place called Groton.  Remember &#8211; that&#8217;s the forgotten place! [...]</p>
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		<title>By: James Lane</title>
		<link>http://www.sovereignnations.net/2012/06/29/forgotten/#comment-46951</link>
		<dc:creator>James Lane</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2012 01:44:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I love the way you read our adventures Kate, I really do... If you can read metaphor in anything we write it pleases me to no end. To me our histories are nothing more than twisted interpretations of what we, as a species, can grasp and relate through our abilities to tell the story of our memories. In a sense isn&#039;t that all memory can be, a metaphor, a dream or a long walk that only seems too short at the end?]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the way you read our adventures Kate, I really do&#8230; If you can read metaphor in anything we write it pleases me to no end. To me our histories are nothing more than twisted interpretations of what we, as a species, can grasp and relate through our abilities to tell the story of our memories. In a sense isn&#8217;t that all memory can be, a metaphor, a dream or a long walk that only seems too short at the end?</p>
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		<title>By: Kate</title>
		<link>http://www.sovereignnations.net/2012/06/29/forgotten/#comment-46935</link>
		<dc:creator>Kate</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2012 17:08:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So poignant, this story. To me it reads like a bad dream you had, the kind where you wake up with a heartbreak longing and tears on your pillow. This journey is replete with symbols, metaphors, the dreamtime frustration of incompletable actions you are compelled to pursue. You find you are walking and walking and walking, doesn&#039;t it seem like we must have gone far enough by now? The disjointed continuity of a dream is here too, in the mill under layers of road and then a homeless man getting hassled and now we&#039;re in a submarine. The repetitive quest of asking everyone you meet the same questions with no satisfaction. Secrets, sealed doors, denial and loss, searching for evidence that verifies a past only you seem to know, as a dream itself. 
I share your dismay, I&#039;m sorry for all of us that we won&#039;t ever get to see beyond that hatch. Museums, especially small or single-focus ones, are often built to satisfy the curators&#039; curiosities, not the public&#039;s. Just as gravestones often say more about the survivors than the dead. 
I&#039;m reading into it, perhaps, making your disgusted day overly precious. But truly, the journey was epic and the results were sad. I&#039;m sorry for all of your losses, James. I reckon you&#039;re not looking for sympathy. But that&#039;s what I felt.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So poignant, this story. To me it reads like a bad dream you had, the kind where you wake up with a heartbreak longing and tears on your pillow. This journey is replete with symbols, metaphors, the dreamtime frustration of incompletable actions you are compelled to pursue. You find you are walking and walking and walking, doesn&#8217;t it seem like we must have gone far enough by now? The disjointed continuity of a dream is here too, in the mill under layers of road and then a homeless man getting hassled and now we&#8217;re in a submarine. The repetitive quest of asking everyone you meet the same questions with no satisfaction. Secrets, sealed doors, denial and loss, searching for evidence that verifies a past only you seem to know, as a dream itself.<br />
I share your dismay, I&#8217;m sorry for all of us that we won&#8217;t ever get to see beyond that hatch. Museums, especially small or single-focus ones, are often built to satisfy the curators&#8217; curiosities, not the public&#8217;s. Just as gravestones often say more about the survivors than the dead.<br />
I&#8217;m reading into it, perhaps, making your disgusted day overly precious. But truly, the journey was epic and the results were sad. I&#8217;m sorry for all of your losses, James. I reckon you&#8217;re not looking for sympathy. But that&#8217;s what I felt.</p>
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		<title>By: Jimbo</title>
		<link>http://www.sovereignnations.net/2012/06/29/forgotten/#comment-46924</link>
		<dc:creator>Jimbo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2012 02:36:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yeah Tom, I guess I am as well only if they are going to put on the airs of glorifying the so called heros why leave out the people that really made it happen. By only naming a few they cheapen and delagitify even the people they did just happen to mention. Like my Dad said, all the work those men did was done in 1948 and it was all declassified in 2000 and yet they didn&#039;t even get a mention. We asked every museum volunteer and employee that we could find and not a single one could tell us why the men that designed and built that ship didn&#039;t even get a mention]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yeah Tom, I guess I am as well only if they are going to put on the airs of glorifying the so called heros why leave out the people that really made it happen. By only naming a few they cheapen and delagitify even the people they did just happen to mention. Like my Dad said, all the work those men did was done in 1948 and it was all declassified in 2000 and yet they didn&#8217;t even get a mention. We asked every museum volunteer and employee that we could find and not a single one could tell us why the men that designed and built that ship didn&#8217;t even get a mention</p>
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		<title>By: Tom</title>
		<link>http://www.sovereignnations.net/2012/06/29/forgotten/#comment-46922</link>
		<dc:creator>Tom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2012 00:58:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wow Dena  When I saw the picture of the mill. I thought oddly  the same .&quot; Thats a great looking structure , I wonder what kind of mill it was??? &quot; I thought probably a sawmill, then hmmm maybe not. Anyway , James wheather or not we are forgotten. Someday , someone will come upon something we have made or touched and think ...Wow this is cool, they may wonder who made it . Thats when we are not forgotten..haha They just still will not know it was us. I&#039;m OK with that.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow Dena  When I saw the picture of the mill. I thought oddly  the same .&#8221; Thats a great looking structure , I wonder what kind of mill it was??? &#8221; I thought probably a sawmill, then hmmm maybe not. Anyway , James wheather or not we are forgotten. Someday , someone will come upon something we have made or touched and think &#8230;Wow this is cool, they may wonder who made it . Thats when we are not forgotten..haha They just still will not know it was us. I&#8217;m OK with that.</p>
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