HOW I WHISPER
THE CATACOMBS
These are bones, and those are skulls. So
many different things to behold. They say
that Christians worshipped here, then hid
here, then were found out, and then died
here. Such a faithful procession - if not
of beliefs alone, then of events.
-
I can realize that cataclysm, and feel so
strong for their souls. Diamonds on a
black velvet; vigil candles as a force
majeure. After all, what does it take to
die? Certainly some form of total,
total commitment.
No comments:
Post a Comment