Mt Auburn

As we come out of Harvard/Cambridge on the way home to Watertown, we go past Mt Auburn cemetery. Last Saturday I think there must have been accident around that area (the Cambridge cemetery and the Mount Auburn cemetery). Since then, there was a poster on a lamp of a young man, with peoples' words all around. There were those aluminium balloons blowing around. They've slowly faded away and shrunk into rubbish, and just one picture is left-- as though the memory was difficult to sustain. Every time I pass by I think about who that guy is, and what his life must have been like. I'm so sorry. May you rest in peace.