I went to see the great leader’s statue, but it was too hot, so I stepped into his shadow. Immediately, I heard the tinkle of a stream. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness I made out a young boy, with his goat. He smiled at my surprise. He spat out the blade of grass he was chewing, and said, It takes a while to get used to the darkness; You’ll be able to see more as your eyes fill up with the void. There are many of us and more keep coming. We spend most of the day in the shadow, and move across the landscape from west to east. Where is the stream, I asked. That’s the sound of all the streams that went dry, he said. Are you a ghost, I asked, and then seeing the hurt in his eyes, I mumbled that it was unhealthy to live away from the sunlight. The boy smiled and lifted his foot. The sun was shining under his soles. That is where the grass was growing.