I used to go to this cemetery as a teenager, when I wanted to get out of the house but had nowhere to go. It felt peaceful and sacred and safe.
sometimes I would lay a blanket in the grass and just listen – to the crickets, the distant trains, nothingness. Other times I would read the names of the dead; trace the letters with my nicotine-stained fingers and try to imagine how each of these lives spent their days.
The unknown has always been a reassurance to me. Knowing that our past is forever etched in stone, but that our futures can always be reimagined.