The Cloisters

by Katy Hays

that was the hardest thing about death: the unrelenting march of time forward, away from the person you’ve lost.

Painfully true

“So many of us here just wanted to spend our lives studying something. To be in libraries and classrooms, to be in archives and museums, to feel history through the things it left behind.

That’s the real task of the scholar, to become a necromancer.

All of it incredibly romantic. To be the keeper of medieval gardens in one of the busiest cities in the world,

Really like the image

Those moments would be followed by normal ones, but the grief came from the fact that I knew I had to keep living, even though he was gone. It was the way time kept on that was the hardest,