"Hidden Memorials Scattered and Broken in the Wood"

#0177. He is not marked properly in a memorial field. His life lie forgotten in the midst of the wood. He cannot spin in his grave. His remains are pulverized and scattered. The memories are grown over with weeds and crabgrass. He cannot mourn the forgetting. The positive about being dead, one would say if they could, is that there is not a single thing that can bother you ever again.