"Man is born a slave and lies down in the grave a slave, and death is unlikely to tell him why he walked through the wondrous valley of tears, suffered, sobbed, endured, vanished".
Konstantin Batiushkov 1821-1824
Try as we may, we die.
Why do we feel the need to mark this passage by monuments, graves or benches.
To make our presence known, to remind others of our being?
These very acts of remembrance themselves then fade or are forgotten.
The untended grave, the broken headstone, the bench with a plaque reminding passers by that this was Bill’s favorite view.
Take a bench to the places that have meant something to your life and put it down so others may sit and stare.