Everyone is afraid to go to the cemetery at night - both fragile ladies and hefty men. No matter how much the latter may deny it.
But in the daytime, if you go there alone, you will feel uncomfortable: on a territory of several hectares on a gloomy autumn day - br-rr … However, there are people who do not feed with bread, or rather, do not take them to the theater - let them walk in silence between the crosses …
Where do we put the comma in this phrase? With regard to taphophiles, I don't even know. No, they do not go there to grieve, it is more pleasant for a tafofil to walk along the paths, sing something softly, think about the eternal, take a picture of a wonderful tombstone and post a picture on a blog. Tafofil uses the cemetery for other purposes: he idly staggers here. This is his leisure. Well, weird in our opinion, but not punishable by law.
When I asked my acquaintance, who considers herself a member of this exotic group, what she gets from these visits to the dead, I heard in response: "It's good to walk slowly, sit under the shade of a tree, think about the eternal." Or: "It's nice to feel alone …"
Another time she told me: "There is a feeling that someone is watching you - it's very romantic!" Yes, from the point of view of this subculture, cemeteries have a lot of merits. It's not dull here (at least while you click on the stranger's mobile tombstone and try to come up with a story of his life and death).
There is always something to see. The young people I was able to interview assure that it is wonderful to think between the graves, vanity and stress are gone, there is room for comprehending the main thing. Fresh air, silence … This is probably the silence they miss most of all. City madmen! They have no other choice but to go to the dead in order to feel alive …
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I GOT A BUSINESS HERE
No, not all of them come to the cemetery because they want to amuse their friends in the LJ community with photographs of the crypts. No matter how much we grumble that this is obscurantism, but some are doing business here. How? By systematizing the graves of celebrities, some even take care of the abandoned tombstones for free, ennoble the look of old graveyards.
I have heard from lonely girls walking in the cemetery, such an answer to the question about the purpose of their pastime: "Nobody bothers here." What is true is true - even the prettiest girl is unlikely to cause a stir here. But the desire to go to the dead of a beauty of 17-18 years old is surprising. Doesn't it bother them that the cemeteries have a black energy (at least that's how it is commonly believed)?
“No, what are you! - they answer. - On the contrary, here you are charged with positive force, you darn the aura. Well, let's not argue.
Taphophilia in translation from Greek is a pathological addiction to cemeteries, tombstones and funeral rituals. In no case should you confuse it with necrophilia, rather it is part of the subculture ready, to which, however, the average person also has a very bad attitude …
DEATH TO THE FACE
Why exactly? The culture of the necropolises is ancient and very informative. From it you can read the history of mankind. Both genealogy and art history are close to her … And fears are superstitions. The living must be feared, and the dead will not bring harm. Moreover, it is a humane act to visit the departed. Even strangers. When they are remembered, they find peace.
Another motive of the taphophiles is that we go to the cemetery, because there is no betrayal, disappointment, passion … and everyone is equal. Well, there is something in this. Apart from the "alleys of heroes" of the 1990s, everyone else really lives in a common country - the land of the dead. Different lives, different fates - one end. Eternal peace, high skies and lonely youths in black seeking poetic inspiration. Or girls with romantically lowered black eyelids - they want to open the veil of secrecy.
After all, we all want to know to death: is there an immortal soul? What is death? Will we meet our loved ones "there"? Will we be held accountable for our sins? And is it bad that taphophiles find time between the pleasures of life in order to reflect on good and evil?
Mikhail SUVOROV