Burnt Ovens

le 18 decembre

On my way home today, I stopped by St. Joseph's Cemetery, something I haven't done in months, searching for the same thing I always go there to find and that I never do, that is peace and some abstract form of happiness derived from the physical manifestation, celebration, and commemoration of death and dying. Or else from some bestial pleasure at the recognition of my life in contrast with others' deaths. I'm not sure which it is. Anyhow, it's ironic how we create these seemingly immortal monuments to our own mortality. What are we trying to achieve anyhow? And now they'll disturb the dead by relocating their graves. How grave.

posted by Sofie @ 4:55 PM Comments: 0