Fun Times in Forest Hill Cemetery
“I need to have two photos by Tuesday,” I announced. “One that clearly represents a passage of time, and one that illustrates a sense of place.”
“How about we go to the cemetery tomorrow,” Janaka replied. “Bam. Time, place. You’ll be all ‘That’s right. One picture. What. Next assignment.’”
thickness means / worlds inhabited by roamingly / stern bright faeries (Larger)
Here’s a neat thing about e.e. cummings grave: it has books hidden inside it, carefully sealed in plastic bags. More whimsical death photos below the break.
Your funeral. (Larger)
Grief over Page (Larger)