Warmth.

I took a whole series of photos at the toowong cemetary, there are some beautiful graves there. However the ones that really fascinated me were the ones that were broken down and ruined.
Someone has lived a whole life and all that remains of their existance, is this grave. Like, I think that should be profound. Will I end up a meaningless gravestone in a cemetary by the highway? Will some student come along one day and take a photograph of my grave and wonder who I was?
In contemplation of this, i bought a flower and left it by this persons grave, to thank them for letting me take a photo of them.


Then i remembered, Im like a super elite vampire commando!! I'll never die! HA HA suckers! i rule. See you in hell jerks!