It was with sadness that I encountered this article this afternoon: where it appears for the second year in a row, that the mysterious grave visitor has been missed again. From speculations of the death of the visitor or to a retirement of the tradition last year, being the 200th birthday of Poe being the end-all reason, it seems a beloved American tradition has lapsed after an impressive seventy years. In the spirit of Poe's own stories, I am left sitting here thoughful, melancholoy and wondering about my own worth to society.
"It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence,
we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream."
-Edgar Allen Poe