‘I don’t know when I stopped looking after the cemetery as I should,’ I said. ‘Understand? The trash bins are unemptied, the paths are getting overgrown. I don’t know when all that started. It seemed to me that I was doing everything as I always have. If it keeps on like this, I just don’t know. Maybe I’m going to the dogs?’
Saturday
Work to do. Two graves. I want to live again. Seems to me I’m holding my head higher. I’m smoking again, drinking, and I feel healthy. Nothing’s wrong with me. This is what I’ve been waiting for.
Sunday
There’ve been more funerals. Nine people died, all of them from the same street. Over the space of three weeks. Is this a sign or something? Well, that was a fair share of toil for me, let me tell you. But I’m so bored already with the despair of those gath
