days lived

Re­mem­brance is the most sa­cred rit­u­al that hu­mans hon­or each oth­er with.

Dur­ing these ob­ser­va­tions, pic­tures be­come price­less, mem­o­ries move moun­tains, and can­dles burn brighter.

Those we’ve loved and once thought lost are re­vealed amongst us, the mag­ic of life car­ries every­one in a shared yoke.

Here in the night there are no cyn­ics – just love and fam­i­lies that peer through the veil and smile at the dark­ness with a new un­der­stand­ing.

Death teach­es us to em­brace the sin­cer­i­ty of our tra­di­tions.

Dia de los muer­tos is not a Mex­i­can ob­ser­vance, it’s a hu­man one.
 
 

—louis her­nan­dez

Flom­mist Louis Her­dan­dez is ob­sessed with go­ing Bauhaus and be­com­ing The Ma­chine. Prefer­ably a drill press. Copy­right © 2017 Louis Her­nan­dez.

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