My friend will be at the cemetery now, talking about issues of life and death. She is there with her friends from her group. I think it is a session for bonding and sharing, for open dialogues and discussions. In a strange, alien environment which smells and speaks of nothing but death, maybe people will be in a pensive and reflective mood.

I am always apprehensive about such sessions, it is very easily subjected to manipulation and subversion. Maybe during daytime, people are too conscious about their shortcoming and inhibitions, maybe in bright day light, they are too easily distracted, maybe while having tea, you feel immortal, and death is but a faraway idea, an affliction for everyone but yourself. Maybe they will get her to open up, to reveal more about herself and to allow them into her life. Maybe they call it sharing.

I call it mindfucking.