Flaw Salad

I couldn’t tell you why I like hillside graveyards so much, or the aesthetics of a too-large cross imposing itself on the landscape below, but I find myself drawn, from a deep and primal place, to the hopeful symbols, the pleas to something above to please exist, please save us. That he could glance and turn away, disinterested, perhaps disgusted, made me feel he must be very disconnected from the ancient parts of himself, the ones he’s meant to carry into new generations, the stories in his soul-veins, the wild, yearning animal parts. I felt sad for him, then, and lonely.