Saturday, October 31st, 2015
Dear Diary,
I dug deep with the knife, tore out their innards, and carved strange symbols upon their skin… I will cook and eat the guts later.
Pumpkins and shadows… my favourite! These pumpkins were given to me by someone from the village (to eat). I didn’t think I’d have time to carve them this year, but I managed it somehow. Fortunately, one of them was quite small.
Today, the villagers have gathered the flowers that they grew during the year to lay them upon the graves of their friends and family. I saw someone stood next to a collection of rocks down in the rambla… there is a simple iron cross set there. One of them fell from their donkey many years back and died in the fall. The flowers will eventually fade… as will all memory of this place.
