#Chaos Even In Death
This is the kind of tourist I am. The one who does nothing. No fixed schedule. It just occured to me that the concrete cemetery would look really nice without people. And it does look nice. So I waited there for, oh I don’t know, an hour? Until there was literally no other tourist. Some sort of a test to myself and the universe.
This place is called, I believe, the Dutch cemetery in Melaka. I was laughing when I realised what the concretes are. Tomb stones. Initially I thought those are part of a fortress or the sorts. And I don’t know if other tourists realised what the concretes are, but they took photos of the tomb stones, with them in it. Stepping, stomping, posing, laughing on and beside those. Imagine colonising other country, died, and never have a moment of peace. Take that. You deserve it.
I wanted to cry a little bit when the uncle left. Cause I thought ‘this is it’ and bam, another group of tourists. I lost count on how many times of almost. Although I got it in the end. What is the point of all the efforts. I am not sure. Perhaps there was a hint of proving a point; of why not do the most unimportant thing. As the world focus on the wrong things that they think are important. But are those, important?
How it looked like that day.