How does one make it up to another for an unforgivable error?
A month ago I flayed my own skin and wore it over my raw body as a tribute to the gods. Today it rotted off and I emerged anew.
I extract the heart of the matter and throw my own body of knowledge down the temple steps.
I stole the most valuable objects from myself and offered them to my noble personage as tribute. I apologise to the fish and patiently explain why they needed to get into the nets for the continuation of the empire.
The Aztecs exhibition at the Melbourne Museum is ok, but I found the explanations a bit cartoonish and the curation quite tacky.
Packing for camping (the other kind of packing, and camping):
it seems you need the same amount of stuff (objects, clothing) to live two years as to live two weeks