This morning I was trying to cross the city to get to the Quaker Meeting.
The doors were locked, so I sat outside. I was planning/looking-up what I would say in German when they opened. I thought:
I got lost.
I ran late.
But I just kept coming.
Then i thought, no, I should save that for my epitaph.
I thought I’d walk through the park on the way home.
But it was a cemetery.
Well dressed people were tending the graves and reading to headstones (I didn’t take a photo).
There was a dumpster angel.
And one who’d turned her back.
And in the far corner, past the couple making out, there was a testament to our ability to bomb people.