113: Tenants of the Cemetery

They pass like shadows, their footsteps echoes that should have faded long ago. Undisturbed by visitors, they rest among the stones with half-eroded names and dates. They are the reflections of the reflections of light; daylight pierces them, nightlights capture them. Sitting apart, they observe processions and seasons, coming and going, at the same pace with no thoughts attached—no feelings left to be felt. It is all part of a world they no longer need. And yet, on starry nights between the graves, they mesmerise the passing stranger with the faded lights of half forgotten memories.

Written by: Katrine H. (@katrinehjulstad)