I had my old schema (which offered a peephole, really) to blame for my decision to leave this woman, to kill her and preserve her body in this sarcophagus, where she’d stay mine forever. It was the one in which Shui Ling had been entombed, and across the front, it read: This woman is madly in love with me. It didn’t take long to spot the largest sarcophagus. Inside the world of my tomb, everyone else was dead, I alone survived, and that was the reason for my sorrow. I’d never before unearthed so much of myself, and so suddenly at that. That was my Atlantis, the kingdom I’d built in the name of separation. I’d long been tending their graves-secretly visiting and mourning during the day, going out and erecting a cross on starry nights, lying inside and awaiting my own death on starless nights. “I’d taken everyone I loved and killed them off in my heart, one by one.
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