Let’s start with the end, because there is great hope to be found. Why do people build such elaborate graves, if they would not have hope that their life is meaningful?
I don’t make plans for death. And given the way people drive here in Buenos Aires it could happen any minute. I have told my parents that they should burn me (cheap) and have me shucked into the ocean (no rental fees), and I be in my favorite element. Though there is something to be said of having a little house in the city of the dead.
They are…
beautiful.
PS: Evita’s
