[Un]Buried

When we were told to bury the picture, I though about the idea of putting it in context, to to bury it in a common place, but somewhere where it would make sense for them to be.

I will never know what their future looked like, but I can try to give them one – metaphorically – by letting them age with time in a place close to their home: Japan.

However, despite representing one of the most international cities in the world, New York City does not include the Japanese culture within its limits. Thus, as my main attempt was to metaphorically extend their life and somehow provide them with the peace they lost, I searched for a park – somewhere where families like theirs meet and where the city breaks its routine to look for some calmness and tranquility. 

Something happened during that moment, where I felt a connection with those women. Despite the fact that I didn’t know them, I somehow felt responsible for them now. It feels like for once, time between us has become one, and that it is I who has the power of control over their future, and I am willing to give it to them.

It has been 2 months since then, and I have not seen the picture again. Two days ago, when I went to pick it up, there was no trace of it. No pieces left, no holes on the floor. It had vanished.

Now, I con only wonder what would someone be doing to dig on the area, and what interest might he have found in the picture. I wonder, too, how the picture will be. Would it still be intact, immortal both in memory and in a physical space? Would it be destroyed by the rain or the air? Grated by nature? I guess I will never know.

I buried the image looking for an answer, one that would  give me an ending to their stories. But somehow I now find myself in the same position, not knowing what destiny had in mind for them.