this book is an extension and an end of my first zine, “funeral”. there’s no funeral without a burial, and this zine it’s all about that.
its an ode to the end and to the mourning, a statement that everything that have a life ends up dead and there’s nothing we can do about it. the mourning it’s necessary and the oblivion comes as a consequence.
on the other hand this is a reminder that in the end we remain on our own, mourning and crying for the loved ones who left us. it’s also a defense to give fully ourselfs to the ones we love the most, as if there’s no tomorrow.
contrasting with this first ideia, we have to remember also that we should never give everything to someone because in the end we are the ones that remnant and if we give everything to someone, in the end, we are left with simply nothing but memories.
first there’s the funeral, then the burial and this is an end.
this is my second zine that I self- published and all the content exposed here is made by myself.
its an ode to the end and to the mourning, a statement that everything that have a life ends up dead and there’s nothing we can do about it. the mourning it’s necessary and the oblivion comes as a consequence.
on the other hand this is a reminder that in the end we remain on our own, mourning and crying for the loved ones who left us. it’s also a defense to give fully ourselfs to the ones we love the most, as if there’s no tomorrow.
contrasting with this first ideia, we have to remember also that we should never give everything to someone because in the end we are the ones that remnant and if we give everything to someone, in the end, we are left with simply nothing but memories.
first there’s the funeral, then the burial and this is an end.
this is my second zine that I self- published and all the content exposed here is made by myself.
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