Day 7

When you are surrounded by walls of bones. Walls of bones and skulls that stretch for hundreds of meters, it makes you wonder about the frailty of life. Skull 28742 could have been the most pious of persons and most giving. But hir skull was next to skull 471482. Who may have been the skankiest of sluts and most abusive.

But in death, they lay, bones nicely organized/stacked greeting the hundreds of tourists that come by their quarters day by day. What they did in life hardly matters, as long as their bones are of equivalent length and sturdiness. I'm not talking about what happens to the "soul" after. That is another story. But it makes you want to live life a little more.

And with that I will leave my room, its past 2 pm and I have yet to see some daylight. But you have to start somewhere.

Where is your somewhere?