You search the cemetery for his grave like the other tourists and there it is. Underwhelming. Just a stone with a plaque. I stood there for a long time, trying to figure out some sort of dramatic way to photograph the grave, but nothing came to me. There was graffiti in chalk on a nearby grave which has room to write stuff, but it’s not Morrison’s grave.
In Greek: “according to his own daimōn” or interpreted as “true to his own spirit”