The story of a marble worker Evrard Flignot from Brussels who devastated by the death of his wife built a pretty mausoleum for her in Cimetière de Laeken.
At first look inside, there is a mourner reaching out to an empty wall. But, once a year, on the day of the summer solstice, the Sun draws a light that recalls this love for almost a century.
having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer
“I no longer felt happy, and the autumn seemed like a threat aimed directly at me. I felt like quietly weeping.”
— Clarice Lispector, excerpt from “Quietly Weeping” (March 14, 1970, Too Much of Life: The Complete Crônicas (trans. Margaret Jull Costa & Robert Patterson)
