While Ginger was taking candid self-portraits like this one, I was pondering life in one of these dark little rooms. I guess they HAD to have lamps or lanterns of some kind. And I figure they had hammocks to sleep in. But the vase paintings show palettes and benches and little platforms. It really is hard to stand in one of the dark little rooms and imagine how it must have been when people lived there. I wish I could go back in a time machine and just watch everybody. I wonder if I'd even be able to understand them at all, though? Let's face it, I don't really understand nas-car fans, HumVee owners, or beauty pageants, and those phenomenae are part of my natal culture.
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