March 6, 2008
A speaker in the skull’s forehead encouraged the timid to “Visit Golgotha, the place of the skull.” Something about the name rung familiar in my brain, but since it was my brain talking, it made sense I supposed. There was a line of people roped up Disney-style to get in. Everyone was going in. I didn’t notice any kind of exit or anyone coming out. Walking behind, I saw one of those fans used to pump up large inflatable’s, with the usual reinforced hose attached. As big as Golgotha was, it didn’t seem big enough for the crowd going in.