I went to a wedding in Delaware, a four-hour drive away. The terrain was flat. I mean cornfield flat, with houses and short, squat buildings barely touching the wide, wide sky. Very different from New York City.
By the time I got to the hotel, it was dark. So it wasn’t until the next morning when I looked out my window that I realized that a little cemetery resided on the other side of the parking lot. It looked odd, resting on a small plot of land while a bustling commercial strip raced by.
I loved the incongruence of it all.
And though the cemetery was quiet and peaceful, what if my mind imagined something more lurid? Well, welcome to my world.