Stones, stones, stones, you must bring stones.
—Hugh Blumenfeld, lyric from the album Big Red
It’s just an oblong pile of rocks. It’s also one of the most moving war memorials I’ve ever encountered. Situated in a small New Haven, Connecticut park and entitled “A Memory in Stone,” each geological chunk represents a month since the beginning of the Iraq and Afghanistan wars. Every stone is hand lettered with the number of military and civilian deaths in a particular month, a mind bending merging of the natural and permanent with the human and ephemeral. Breathtaking in its simplicity, it’s hard not to be touched by the stones’ linkage of physical and emotional weight.