Edinburgh, she said.

She was sitting down there, holding to the fence.
Can you see the garden? she said
Lilies, lavandas, magnolias, roses...
and now, can you see the tombs? Corpses, putrefaction, worms, pitted eyes...

Beautiful contrast between the living and the dead- she said- those things you can only find in a city like this.

Too late, I said, I’m leaving now.
Do you really want to leave?
Either I stay and get my eyes pitted or I grow into a rose.
Who are you?
I am the soul in limbo
Nadja?
Nada
You’ll know what’s best- she said- sitting down there, holding to the fence.