"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings ;/ Look on my works ye Mighty, and despair! /
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay / Of the colossal Wreck, boundless and bare / The lone and level sands stretch far away." From "Ozymandias" by Percy Bysshe Shelley With in-person classes cancelled due to the nasty bug going around, I present to you an (academic) but hopefully still interesting blog post about commemoration and the display of the dead. I'm not 100% sure why I thought of Ozymandias during the 90 or so pages of readings I had. I think it was a mix of the references to the presentation of Egyptian mummies, but also the theme of death and the impermanence of, well, everything. It's grim, but to me, something incredibly thought provoking; especially when considering the topic of commemoration. Commemorating war can be easy. I mean, look at Gettysburg. The different regiments and brigades of soldiers raised money and smacked down a monument with "89th Pennsylvania" carved on it and some laurels or other symbols of the might and s