The Absolute
To follow our guide is an absolute. To stay on the sidewalks. An amusement park,
nearly finished, seems poised to open. Nobody chances a souvenir. In Chernobyl, we know, are residents who have returned, accepting risk. The guide says, “Prypiat, where we are, is much closer. Returning is forbidden for those who lived here, except, each April, for one day. Like reunion classmates, they’re invited to visit.” He asks us to imagine how everything we were continues without us. When nobody answers, he says, “The young re-enter with their parents. Often, they drink in the ruins and break what’s left.”
Photo Credit: Stijn D’haese
Reads like non-fiction, which in this case means success.
Awesome!