Circle
David Mutschlechner
Mexican
Circle
The necropolis on water
#serenity
#circle
#reflection
#light
#water
I died. Don’t know how or when, I just know I did. Now I rest not underground, but underwater.
I hear the gentle sway of the water. When my family visits I can hear their thoughts. They like it here. As they row away from the land and come close, they think about me and what we lived together. They detach from their lives and attach the boat to my urn, a pole that keeps them from drifting away. It gives them hold, like the memories we share.
Sometimes they reach for their phone, the hiding place for their minds, but there’s no network here. A network jammer camouflaged in wood blocks that distraction. I’ve learned here that reflection happens when distraction dies.
A Light shines over the pole I inhabit, it indicates the presence of my resting soul.
All the souls here have different religions, some don’t have any at all. The shape of a pole is not related to any faith, unlike a cross.
Together we form circles on the water. Circles only have one side, like a full cycle, like a closed life.