I am a stitch, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
I saw the Gebelein Man (Ginger) at the British Museum today. I’ve seen him before, but this time my thoughts are lingering a bit longer. He was a young man, wounded in the shoulder, and buried in a shallow grave. The hot sand mummified him over 5,000 years ago. Skin and some hair, as well as all of his bones, are still visible, preserved. He is in the fetal position surrounded by the pots and trinkets put into his burial pit. He’s not a statue, or a painting. He’s a human being, a dead body.
He lived 5,000 years ago. I know people lived long before me, I know, but 5,000 years is a lot to get my head around. There were other excavated bones that the museum dates back 10,000 years. My mind shuts off at that number.
If people were around…
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