Your Absence is my Constant Companion

I didn’t set out to spend my leisure time hanging out in random cemeteries, and yet… here we are.

Bohemian National Cemetery was the first historical cemetery I set foot in, and it completely spoiled me for anything that ever comes after.  The wealth of headstones complete with tiny, enameled portraits transforms the emotionless death of a long-passed stranger into a haunting reminder of thousands of lives lived and, too-frequently, ended too soon.  The quiet, cluttered gardens swarm with barely readable stones, often sinking haphazardly into the spongy ground or else cracked and crumbling.