Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2014 20:21:19 GMT -5
Sept 13, 2014 20:21:19 GMT -5
nimat didn't have much free time in the first place, but when he did, he thought he was probably the only person who decided to spend it like this. the rosemary cemetery had been on his radar since he was made aware of it after arriving here. he had known for a while now that he would have to eventually make a point of visiting it, and the time had finally come that he was able to free himself up and come all the way out.
it was almost a bit sad to him that such a place was located so far out of the way, but not as sad as seeing the state that it had come to be in. the sentimental boy in him was sad that the final resting place of so many people had fallen so far—he could tell the place had been beautiful to behold at one point—but that part of him wasn't what he had come to indulge in today.
he was also on his way to being a historian, after all. this place had enough value to him for that reason alone. he didn't personally know anyone buried here; the ghosts he had come out to visit didn't have bodies under the ground. he stared off fondly at the ruinous church in the distance, satisfied to give it a visit before he left, but for now, his attention was on the rows and rows of graves that stretched across the property.
there were so many names he recognized on these stones. picking them out individually he entertained himself trying to remember just what was said about them in his history books. he adjusted how his bag sat on his shoulder for the fifth time in as many minutes; he had no obligations today, but it was heavy as ever, making a home for several of his relevant texts and a pathetic lunch he had made to carry himself through the day.
his other hand was occupied by his phone. the place was no parthenon, but it was as close as he would get on his budget, and that didn't make it feel any less exciting and worth remembering. it wouldn't stop him, but it was true that he didn't feel quite right taking photographs so enthusiastically in a cemetery of all places; he certainly respected and appreciated the place for what it was, but explaining that to a religious person or someone with family buried here wouldn't be as easy, particularly as long as he wore the smile that he did.
it was okay, though. as far as he could tell, he was alone anyway.
it was almost a bit sad to him that such a place was located so far out of the way, but not as sad as seeing the state that it had come to be in. the sentimental boy in him was sad that the final resting place of so many people had fallen so far—he could tell the place had been beautiful to behold at one point—but that part of him wasn't what he had come to indulge in today.
he was also on his way to being a historian, after all. this place had enough value to him for that reason alone. he didn't personally know anyone buried here; the ghosts he had come out to visit didn't have bodies under the ground. he stared off fondly at the ruinous church in the distance, satisfied to give it a visit before he left, but for now, his attention was on the rows and rows of graves that stretched across the property.
there were so many names he recognized on these stones. picking them out individually he entertained himself trying to remember just what was said about them in his history books. he adjusted how his bag sat on his shoulder for the fifth time in as many minutes; he had no obligations today, but it was heavy as ever, making a home for several of his relevant texts and a pathetic lunch he had made to carry himself through the day.
his other hand was occupied by his phone. the place was no parthenon, but it was as close as he would get on his budget, and that didn't make it feel any less exciting and worth remembering. it wouldn't stop him, but it was true that he didn't feel quite right taking photographs so enthusiastically in a cemetery of all places; he certainly respected and appreciated the place for what it was, but explaining that to a religious person or someone with family buried here wouldn't be as easy, particularly as long as he wore the smile that he did.
it was okay, though. as far as he could tell, he was alone anyway.
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notes: i wrote a thing
