Contemplating Fate & Destiny

I collect other Nancy Clarks. In the early ’80s at McGill during registration (before the process went online), I was given her forms by mistake (and she mine). I stood in the middle of the crowded gymnasium calling my name. She was shorter than me.
     According to Google, I’m a physiotherapist from Michigan with bouncy hair and a winning smile. In Nova Scotia, I find my gravestone. I die at 80, in case you’re wondering. In B.C., I am already dead, my name among the list of those scraped out of the muck in the pig pens at Picton’s farm.

Inspired by Seduction of the Innocent. Nancies Clark collage by Roy Schulze.