Because it’s weird. Weird is fun. You’ll feel smart knowing who’s buried where. Plus, you can tell your friends: “Oh yeah, I hung out with William Blake’s bones today.” They’ll be jealous.
It’s also a time machine. One minute you’re in a phone shop on City Road. The next, you’re staring at a stone from 1660. The contrast is hilarious.
Finally, it’s unexpectedly romantic. Couples sit on the benches. People read poetry aloud. One guy once played a flute there. It’s the most serene spot in a loud, chaotic city.
So go. Walk slowly. Read the funny inscriptions. Don’t step on the grass. And when you leave, whisper “thanks” to Blake. He might hear you. He saw angels, after all.
