The Tree of Life
Years ago, I lived in an English dorm that was not only modeled after a Swedish prison, but also built on top of a former graveyard. In truth, the prison part is what kinda got to me (you try sleeping on a wafer-thin sheet of foam glued to a sturdy board for a year). The graveyard bit, well...I won't say I didn't have the occasional vision of Jacob Marley floating through my wall, but If you take a look at some of the oldest graveyards in the world, you realize that ultimately, most gravestones wear away, break up, get covered over by vines and roots...and prison-like dormitories. In the end, you can't preserve death, only the memory of life, and that can happen whether you plant someone in the ground like a tree or in a marble tomb.
-Jenifer Morgan...off to bury a hatchet...




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