Above: a collage I made in a fit of panic, fear, dread and sorrow. This is the police seal on my father's door the day after he died suddenly, at age 55, in his Manhattan apartment. The police let Ali and I in for 15 minutes to gather his clothes and valuables, but resealed the door when we left. I took the discarded seal and slapped it in pieces onto a NYC restaurant card and sent it my friend, Charles. This was back in 1997. I forgot I had sent it to him until, a few years later, he sent it back to me. Receiving that card in the mail shocked me right back to that hallway. Posting it now, I hear a faint echo at the door, fading footsteps....