This tiny corner of the internet is to serve as an apology to the souls whose bones
I snapped photos of during the week of August 9th, 2009. You are all unknown souls,
your only physical memory I paid a small sum of Euros to be able to trample through for the thrill
that comes with the fear of many feet being below ground in the near-pitch-dark
surrounded by the dead. What to do with the dead of this new urban center
and the population that swells with it. Here! Put them all here and sell
it to tourists. I wanted to feel the fear and have this experience and also learn
about the problems that arose from the urbanization of society but coming
out of the catacombs I only felt strange and guilty. Anonymous Parisiens of
300 years ago, your memory lives on as a tourist site. Is this better than
nothing?