Week 40 - Covering my stomach, I approached the installation. It was my face that I covered when I realized the silent apparitions were not abstracted sheets of fabric but body bags, each tagged with the name of a tribe or nation. The tears were swift and sudden. Bonnie Devine’s “Manitoba” had touched me before the description had been read. Later, reading that it was not an old cruelty but a fresh offence that was being evoked further saddened me, giving my gut an extra twist.