"On a pyre on the banks of the Ganges in Varanasi, a fire rips through
the middle of a long object wrapped in brightly coloured sheets. Time
passes, and the form collapses. A long section tumbles to the ground and is
tossed back onto the hungry inferno.
The object absorbs my gaze. The object of my gaze is consumed. The
consumed object is absorbed. The object that gazed is consumed."
