04. cemetery
2025.06.08
my next destination was the cemetery. i walked around, stared at people's headstones, and reflected.
you can gather a lot about a person from their headstone. how much they were loved, their monetary status, their relationships, the life they lived. names, dates, styling and placement all tells a story. don't even get me started on the husband & wife graves.
i like to read these things and imagine what kind of person someone might have been; the world they lived in.
lyrics in this centipede sketch are from a galapagoss song, baka nanode, which i had in my head the whole time i was there:
'cause, 'cause i'm an idiot
'cause, 'cause it's stupid
why, why, you say i'm an idiot?
why, why's it stupid?i'm not a child but i seem like a child, yeah?
even though i'm an adult i act like a child, yeah?
i'm not a child but i seem like a child, yeah?
even though i'm an adult i act like a child
i-i-i-don't-care
it-it-it's fine!
— translation by robot and lyrics
i sat down and journaled. bet you didn't expect that. i wrote about the birds, the tombstones, and thought about how parched and hungry i felt. i forgot to pack a water bottle or lunch. as is my forgetful nature. that's okay—there was a servo just across the road, so i could grab something afterward.
cemeteries are, by nature, a place to reflect. on life, death, love, that sort of thing. lots of flowers and lots of tombstones but most importantly lots of peace. quiet. aside from the birds, chirping and cawing and chattering away.
i liked this tree across the road a lot.
i bought a foreign monster flavour at a reasonable price from the servo as well as something to eat. i don't remember what i ate. it was a cramped little spot, and i think the guy running it was smoking indoors. not that i care. it's the kind of thing i actually like