ravings, rantings and ramblings
I think I have a secret wish. One that will not get fulfilled.
Each time I see an archaeologist dusting off an ancient skeleton, I wish I’d be buried and rediscovered thousands of years later. Alas! I know that it is an impossibility! But, do think for a moment, how fascinating it must be. Think of an Egyptologist probing an ancient mandible! How fascinating is it to read clues of a four thousand-year old skeleton! A peasant? A worker? Head of workers? Keeper of royal tombs? I wonder what they would think if they were to discover my bones.