Myra here.
I am glad to be back for Frizztext’s A-Z Photo Story Challenge. Letter this week is M and I am glad to share a few photos from our recent family trip to Malacca during the National Day long weekend here in Singapore. Yes, it’s our second trip to Melaka this year. What can I say? It’s a really good place to visit. During our previous trip, I shared T is for Tombstones in Melaka. This time I am featuring memorial photographs of this area that we didn’t get a chance to see the first time we were there.
M is for Memorial in Malacca
From the Dutch Graveyard.
Quite creepy, don’t you think?
“Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we’re still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants. We put on display our framed photographs, our parchment diplomas, our silver-plated cups; we monogram our linen, we carve our names on trees, we scrawl them on washroom walls. It’s all the same impulse. What do we hope from it? Applause, envy, respect? Or simply attention, of any kind we can get?
At the very least we want a witness. We can’t stand the idea of our own voices falling silent finally, like a radio running down.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Gathering Books 
M is for MYRA!
“We can’t stand the idea of our own voices falling silent finally, like a radio running down.”
― Margaret Atwood,
P.S.:
I remember, that I scratched as a little boy on the walls of my hometown D.F. (my name), because my parents left the town to settle elsewhere, hundreds of kilometers away. 10 years later, when I had my driving licence I came back with my Volkswagen to this town – and still found scratched on the house-walls my name…
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Cool, creepy, and… umm… Cool again! 😉
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