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Cemetery Reflections

Somewhen in 2009 I went with my mom to visit her parents, my grandparents, at the cemetery. She went to their graves and I went on a search. I wondered around the graves, smelled the grief of all the unknowns who shed their tears over their lost loved ones, and submitted to the paralysis of sorrow while the claws of time kept on writing the prophetic script of my own life, of lives, of life.

I realized then that the grief for my grandparents is in fact the grief due to the very existence of death to which I myself will have to submit while taking nothing with me, while departing from all that I had toiled so hard to obtain, of all the fake security I clung to, of all the facets and people of and within my self-image… I was grieving for myself, I was filming my own death.