Or was it supposed to be the sarcophagus for their alien identities, humans expected to shrink to the size and rank of ants, assimilated, functional, obedient?
Back in Paris after 30 years living in New York City, I was anxious to go back. How would it feel now? I was determined to penetrate into the behemoth’s lair.
I feel insignificant in front of these destinies marked by tragedy and the courage and resilience it took to reverse the roll of dice.