Not quite death from above. Just a shadow thrown down across the homes below. Not even drowning traffic lights in dark or fire, the volcano long cooled and hardened over. Science has taken our superstitions, our tales of ghosts and lights from God, given us desire to push a broken body to a century’s door. There is a hint of the outside scene through the window blinds, but there’s no way to make out the full image. As a child I tried to master the principles of illusion. Mainly of depth and shading in art.