Each time I visit the museum, I seek out this thousand-year-old ceramic statue. Known as an arhat, or protector of Buddhism, he sits on a high pedestal and looks down with a stare as bottomless as time. Never have I felt so judged. Or wanting. His gaze leaves me questioning my life choices and entire personality. And I keep returning to him for this sensation.
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