somewhere behind the gravestone

i found it a bit funny at first, seeing folks knock on their deceased loved one's gravestone once they arrive or just before they leave...



as if one were knocking on the door of somebody's house, or somebody's room...



but looking at it closer, you realize that knocking is a physical act



like the deceased loved one was just behind the gravestone, listening to you



as if by your simple act of knocking the dead would be made alive again, reclaiming the beloved dead from death itself, denying death its power.



at the mandaue city public cemetery, november 2012