Ancient dwelling places, forgotten pathways and neglected graveyards fill me to the brim with an enthusiasm for the mundane. As the fabric of life thins the voices of the celebrated AND the unknown whisper their legacy in the stoney structures which remain.
‘Oh, the wizardry of history. All the people who have lived and died, the people whose stories have survived.’ - Isaac du Toit, Passionately Curious
Everyone is someone In some way, shape, or form. And everyone has been through hell Or survived a storm. Some made it out better than others. Some didn't make it out at all. Some were thanked for their bravery By immortalizing their names on walls But even if their names Aren't on display for the world to see, Everyone has someone live in their hearts. Even you and me.
I don't want to be remembered When I turn into ash and dust I want to be remembered When my bones are still alive So that when the embers Of life die out, I'll be able to enter Death peacefully Knowing that I am a member, An impact, in humanity.