Vanish.
Pass into nothingness: the Keats line that frightened her.
Fade as the blue nights fade, go as the
brightness goes.
Go back into the blue.
I myself placed her ashes in the wall.
I myself saw the cathedral doors locked at six.
I know what it is I am now experiencing.
I know what the frailty is, I know what the
fear is.
The fear is not for what is lost.
What is lost is already in the wall.
What is lost is already behind the locked
doors.
The fear is for what is still to be lost.
You may see nothing still to be lost.
Yet there is no day in her life on which I
do not see her.
--Joan Didion,
Blue Nights,
a memoir about the death of
her daughter
In November we remember all souls...
Image source 1: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/1380855
Image source 2: Albert György, Emptiness, Geneva,
https://totallybuffalo.com/a-sculpture-that-creates-intense-emotion/
Image source 2: Albert György, Emptiness, Geneva,
https://totallybuffalo.com/a-sculpture-that-creates-intense-emotion/
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