The Lost Tomb of The Pharaohs' Cheaper Brazilian Cousin

"It's a debris field. A fractal mass covered in dust, grime, and a metric fuck-ton of the aforementioned bird feces. In the cellphone light, my eyes struggle to make sense of it all. I look down at the floor, trying to recompose my field of vision. There, at the tip of my left Doc Marten's, is what appears to be an ivory incisor taken from some big cat. Laid out to the right of that are a collection of shell and turtle-shaped pottery whistles -- the sort of thing one might buy in cheap souvenir stores in Mexico City or, alternatively, might be hundreds of years old.

I lift my head up. In front of me is an old cabinet. On top of it is a decaying box of what look to be disintegrating human femurs. Strewn next to them are a mass of pottery fragments. The Globo camera crew comes in and turns on their portable klieg lights. This makes things much brighter, but no more sensible. I look to the back of the loft. There are a bunch of bronze and marble bust. Or maybe they are made out plaster...? One of them is of Santos Dumont, at any rate: the Brazilian who invented the airplane back in 1906 while the Wright Brothers were still farting around with powered gliders.

It’s too much. The mind boggles."

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