One statue behind me, expanded into two. I see myself in a pyramid, sacrificial maidens rising out of the stone. Intensity in their gaze, their supplication. I am an initiate in some Ancient practice.
As they fade, so I return to the burning reality of Recoleta Cemetery in January and move on to the next tomb. But I am nourished by this glimpse of the power we have to see beyond the surface, to create whatever we desire, to be whoever we want to be.