Camperdown Cemetery will always be one of the most beautiful places in Sydney, in my opinion. I had an amazing day today, sitting amongst the headstones with my two poetic friends, and sharing a profound, yet ironic, conversation with a stranger about living life to the fullest… whilst surrounded by 100 year old graves. It was rather poignant, I won’t forget it.
It is eerie in there, but not for the reasons you’d think. I don’t find the fact that there are graves there eerie because the bodies would be entirely gone and the people themselves aren’t there, all that’s left are the headstones, representations of lives lived. But, what I find eerie is the contrast between the activity outside its walls compared with the silence within.
It probably sounds strange, my friends and I spending two hours or so in a cemetery but, you should know, this cemetery is part of a park (with a playground for children and everything).