Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be surrounded by six million dead people? I can’t say I have, but I certainly found out the answer this weekend.
Look at all the bones in that picture. They’re real, actual human bones that used to be living, thinking, walking people just like you and I. And now they’re just a pile of touristy bones.
It might not seem like a big deal right now, hell you’re only looking at a pile of femur’s, tibia’s and skulls piled up like jenga on a computer screen. (If you don’t know what those words are then it’s time to brush up on some human anatomy folks).
But, when you’re walking through what is essentially a mass grave for more people than currently live in the country of Switzerland, it’s quite hard not to end up in a rather uncomfortable conversation about death with yourself.
Death is something I’m insanely uncomfortable with, to the point where I used to sit alone in a dark room and cry about it, or later try and come up with some bullshit rationalisation about how I’ll live forever.
This is one of those situations where being an atheist is everything but an advantage.
While the experience of walking the catacombs hasn’t made me any more comfortable with the thought of me being a pile of bones one day, it has left a lasting impression on me and is something I think everyone of the twenty first century should consider doing.
As a society we’ve become so disconnected from the idea of being deaded, that when it does happen it’s even more of a slap in the face.
I’m so not the person to talk on this, but I like to think that some day I’ll become self assured enough to be okay with the whole dying thing, and experiences like this can only help.
However, ENOUGH DEATH. Especially when you’ve got LANA DEL RAY TO TALK ABOUT.
This weekend was Fete la Musique in Pairs, which essentially means the streets get transformed into gigs on every corner and revellers dancing the night away with a bottle of wine in each hand.
There are also a couple of organised gigs too, including one with with the beautiful Lana Del Ray, which was at the Opera and entirely free. Well apart from the three hour queue and the horrendous sunburn to my boob area.
But, it was all TOTALLY worth it and she’s gorgeous and beautiful and I think I’m in love.
For fear of this turning into a totally mundane list of things I did today, I also visited the Sacre Coeur and had a totally awesome meal that actually came with vegetables.
Real actual vegetables that aren’t leaves. I mean, it isn’t a revelation on the scale of life and death (see my earlier posts) but it sure did feel pretty damn good.