Showing posts with label libraries of lives. Show all posts
Showing posts with label libraries of lives. Show all posts

Saturday, May 10, 2014

An interesting blog post by Susan Champlin

Yes, there’s always a ribbon of sadness that winds through cemeteries like a low-lying mist. But I’ve never found them creepy or frightening or dreary or morbid. The opposite: They’re like libraries of lives, the headstones compressed autobiographies, condensed as for Twitter.