view of the Tungurahua plume... she models the Huari Ceremonial Textiles headband, mantle, and tunic amidst the delapidated broughams which lead up to the "mud tombs" among the lesser hills
later that evening reading from Alphonse Daudet's La Doulou she would have a vision of a vast interconnected webwork of headless torsos composed of sulphurous ochre lava - of a gown of diaphanous spittle which would grow from a suppurating emblem which would settle like a vaginal/virginal snowflake on her forehead and become a mouth to the foetus of her pineal eye - on the road from Banos she would cough incessantly nearly waking the drunken photographer who would mumble: The Black Giant is the center of every written O in history the sum of the space of every O ever written.. The basaltic O of time inborn.. O ... [On April 24th, incandescent blocks were projected from a crater glowing red, down the slope of the volcano.] ... they traveled on to Kuelap
