The immense southern night had fallen. It glittered everywhere, in houses along the beach, supermarkets open late, the white marquees of theaters. - James Salter

The dead bring us to life, vivify us, give us scale. We are the unjoined part of them and at their graves we stand at our own.

In Ruby Park Cemetery, in the once-famous silver lands of Colorado, the graves are unmarked. There is a single column of marble above a miner's daughter who died at the age of seventeen. The town of Irwin drew thousands of people in the 1870s, some from as far away as England and Scotland. The cemetery is abandoned. The mines have vanished. All but the silent warning,

'My good people as you pass by,
As you are now so once was I
As I am now you soon must be
Prepare yourselves to follow me.'

The dust of the pathway whitens our shoes.

Mentre sedevano vicini o mangiavano o camminavano, lui condivideva liberamente con lei i suoi pensieri e le sue idee sulla vita, la storia, l'arte. Le parlava di ogni cosa. Sapeva che lei non si interessava a quegli argomenti, però capiva e col tempo avrebbe imparato. Lui non l'amava soltanto per quello che era, ma per quello che poteva essere, e l'idea che potesse essere diversa non gli passava per la testa, oppure non gliene importava. Perché avrebbe dovuto pensarci? Quando ami qualcuno vedi il futuro come lo sogni.

I can't explain it. It's what turns you to powder, being ground between what you can't do and what you must do. You just turn to dust.