.brompton cemetery.

Arthur Chrispin
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read

There´s something quite strange when you meet peace in a cemetery. Important remark: I used to hate cemeteries. Grey buildings symbolizing how rich people were in life. Disgusting. And the smell. That sweet and sickening smell which invades your nose.

I was searching for a place to run near home. One day, I was walking down in the street and saw an open gate: a cemetery. As I said before, I used to hate that kind of place. But it was green [?!] and there were some people running and walking [?!?!?!] and even some people chatting and dating and children playing [?!?!?!?!?!].

So, I started a serious relationship with Brompton Cemetery. Everyday I´ve been running among its streets and graves, closing the eyes, listening to some good vibe song, thinking about nothing. 1,2,5, 10 quilometers. Music, squirrels, crows: my companions.

Today, I´m not afraid of cemeteries anymore. For me — at least here — they are parks with some people buried. My ghosts were always different. Maybe I´ve started to bury them in Brompton cemetery. With no fear. With peace. Running and breathing.

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