Headstone — Mike Johnson

It's fitting that your wandering has brought you to this little corner of the world, this single spot on the map. On that map an arrow points to you. You are here, where you find yourself. Think, for a moment, of all other places you could be. I bet most of them are better than this, standing in front of me, a shabby old headstone, wondering what you're doing here. As i said, I'm not much to look at; what you see is what you get. It's what you came for; that's the thing. That's what we all need to know. Everybody comes for something, even if just to play on the grass wit the children or join the picknick