Egypt bakes in the desert heat, unable to cross that
vast expanse. She waits Sphinx-like through sandstorms
and blistering sun. Her companion is the
Minotaur, in whose ghostly presence there’s still a
slight hope of life. She is in exile from herself and
from supportive company and connections.
Though the sun beats down, she is cold and stoic. Like
a statute she simply waits for things to change. Facing
East she has no relief from the relentless, endless
sunrise that blinds her to her situation.
Abandonment of Self
Ghost of a Chance for a Happy Life
Not Seeing One’s Bad Circumstance