Here in this place, the mouths all chatter so relentlessly, and I stay close enough to hear voices, but far enough to not make out any of the words – like the vague humming of hymns from outside cathedrals. It all sounds so gorgeous out of context, but to take part would rob it of all its beauty due to the simple fact that the truth that lies behind most anything, is hardly as fantastic as the surface. Like how bright green, beautifully landscaped graveyards with marble and ivory placed so perfectly makes us forget the rot placed below.