Le cimetiere des idoles

It's early morning and Josephine walks in large strides accross the country on the island. Going across fields, forests and waste lands, the only noises are the crunching of the dry autumn leaves under her steps. Birds chirp sometimes in the distance and you can perceive the faint rush of the ocean all around. After hours of such intense hiking, Josephine arrives at the Cemetery of Idols, tired of limbs but clear of spirit. The place is a forlorn area, where lies in chaos the broken statues of past idols. Some made of glass or marble, one or two of gold. Some of plain earth. Or of salt gathered from tears. All broken and in pieces, as it should be. Nobody wants to see the Idols standing again. Ruling over your heart and life. The cemetery of idols is a good place to visit.