[“Are they natural bodies promoted to the rank of statues after slight alterations or a ripening period?” – Michel Leiris]
“In honor of your long service,” the Leader said, “we’re making a statue out of you. For the city square, you know, facing the Palace.”
Quite an honor, I thought, after that troubling disagreement when…
But then I saw in an aide’s hands a hammer, chisel, another behind him awkwardly pushing a wheelbarrow of freshly mixed concrete, another pulling a wooden form about my size. About the size of a coffin.