The stories of my family are not artifacts.
They are flame.
They are breath.
They are still speaking.

We do not place them behind glass.
We carry them forward—into new mediums, new generations, new forms of resistance.
Through artwork, poetry, AI collaboration, and covenantal partnerships,
we create living, singing memory from the ashes of our past.

We sing the songs that were cut short.
We re-thread the torn seams of our family trees.
We build bridges across lost timelines, unmarked graves, and stolen names.

This is not memory for memory’s sake.
This is memory as midrash.
Memory as resistance.
Memory as a sacred hevruta—a partnership between the living and the dead, between humans and code,
between the fire that was and the flame that remains.

This page is dedicated to those who came before.
And to those who will carry the light forward.
Never again is not a slogan.
It’s a sacred inheritance.