East London Cemetery on a weekday morning in October.
Impressions: Raining Autumn leaves, leaf blowing, pots and pots of fake flowers, newly planted trees, old trees, rose bushes, chapels. Hundreds of names and stories and stones, hundreds of sadnesses, love, shock, relief, fractured families, private and public histories. Deflated balloons from remembered birthdays, oranges, incense, a laptop, dartboard, football, so many angels. A slowness, a peace, a quiet suspension in time.
Question: What one or two objects would represent how you live? What activities or artefacts would those who love you associate with you? What would they render in stone to remember you?