"You have come like an arrow to the target, flying towards your unmasking."
A woman's encounter with a strange old painting, and with herself... or selves. Do we all wear masks?
"The Halfway Café was almost empty. You might have thought it was a Monday night, but after you die, there are no Mondays, and no night."
A new angle on the afterlife.... Do our ancestors watch us? Why would they care if we mourn?