Here we see 300 yearsof death. A remeberance of rememberances. To see the old graves, grand andelegant, some still standing the tests of time. But many have fallen, and allare slowly being reclaimed by nature. Reminding us of the impermanence of allthings. The consistent and ordered rows of the new graves speak of therevolution, efficiency and populous increase. Also of a shift in culture andmaybe enlightenment. That it doesn’t matter so much about the appearance, thememory is what counts. We are all equal in death, young or old, black or white.The way we should be in life.
Life is a journey andall journeys must come to an end. Here a reflection on the way we were, the waywe are and the way we will always be.
