“As I leave the cemetary, the real benefit of my visit kicks in. I think of the detective work of Jessica and her siblings, and how it underlines the significance of a last resting place. The dead are made invisible, and but for the grave we would have no vantage point from which to gaze out over that vast, troubling nothingness into which they have disappeared. But with our feet anchored on the earth and a name before us, we have the chance to conjure. In the cemetary of my home town, I lend the dead what they lack - mind, heartbeat, respiration, and chatter. This is where my graveyard solice comes from, I think: the hope that someone who knew me, or someone who could imagine knowing me, will read my name on a headstone and restore me briefly to the world I did not wish to leave.”
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