Let me carry your grief for a while, she says.
It doesn’t cost me anything this burden of yours.
Prends ma blessure, c’est par elle que le monde entier pourra entrer en toi.
-Les frères Grimm
Forgive me, for I am nothing but dust.
Driving down the dusty back roads, we found an ancient cemetery. Although, what attracts me isn’t the headstones but rather the sprawled out statues on the grass. There’s a church, the kind I like, with white shingles and a single bell tower. The whole scene appears surreal, the sky hangs heavy with ominous clouds and the trees are almost bare to their skeletal self. I wonder how could a sacred ground let their religious effigy just lay on the ground. Although, these statues are made of stone, they’ll end up into nothing but a pile of dust.