A creative response to Dumbung-jucho by Olivia Kan-Sperling
My dream first date is a private tour of the Lascaux caves. You would, I suppose, have to be an archaeologist. We’d walk by the paintings, which would seem to flicker like golden candlelight, and in the near-darkness I’d say, tremulously, “I almost feel that they are more alive than you and me.” You’d say: “Those were violent times.” Afterwards we’d have a cigarette outside, the light would fall like golden snowflakes, and I’d cry at what I’d seen.