this morning #688.

this morning, he went off on a wandering walk through the cemetery though he didn’t know a single soul who resided there. he was but a tourist in the boneyard & his amblings were essentially aimless but he was dead set on finding some sort of greater meaning amongst the headstones & flora. he passed family plots. graves without birthdates or death dates. graves for babies. a maze of mausoleums. a group of twenty-somethings picnicking, likely spending time with a friend who died too young. among all this death, he’d hoped to learn something about life. all he took from this stroll was that cemeteries are mostly designed with the living in mind.