IGNITE | catch fire
𒐁 Ignite these bones of mine.
Strange things were known to happen in the sleepy town of Ambrose. Lost deep within the forest's belly, off the grid of Louisiana, cut away from the rest of the world, population unknown, the town w...
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We carry the dead with us, only until we die, too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in their turn drop, and so on into the unimaginable generations.
I remember Anna, our daughter Claire will remember Anna and remember me, then Claire will be gone and there will be those who remember her, but not us, and that will be our final dissolution.
True, there will be something of us that will remain, a fading photograph, a lock of hair, a few fingertips, a sprinkling of atoms in the air of the room where we breathed our last, yet none of this will be us, what we are and were, but only the dust of the dead.
