My musings inside an empty cemetery.
“I was waiting on a moment, but the moment never came”
Three months from now this cemetery will come alive again as Filipinos will visit their dearly departed. Thousands of families tugging the complete household will flock to the cemeteries once again for this annual celebration. The South Cemetery is no exception, this public cemetery has it’s share of famous residents. From former presidents to big time gambling lords, to national artists and local heroes. But there’s a special part in this desolate place. On a tiny patch of land, secluded form the main road lies an area where dead children are laid to rest. Hidden from all the old, stained niches are small tombstones lined up with tiny crosses on top of them and little angel statutes watching over. The silence here on a non-holiday is eerily deafening. You just have to stop and say a prayer. Its counterpart is the Manila North Cemetery which is a bit bigger.
Listening to: Ego tripping at the gates of hell by The Flaming Lips