Impermanence 

Part One

I lost my father in 2002. Fort Monmouth, my Dad’s workplace, was the military base near my hometown. In 2005 it was slated for closure by the Base Realignment and Closure Commission. Many of the buildings are being torn down including this one. The Hexagon, as it was known, was a place shrouded in mystery for me. My Dad’s work was classified and thus I was never allowed in. This is the image I have of the building, surrounded by barbed wire fencing and just slightly out of focus.

It is now a pile of rubble, reinforcing in my mind that nothing is permanent in life. Not even the structures that serve as a place holder in my memory of my father.