They believed the ceiba trees to be points of connection, mending this world to the next. Places of rest, where the recently dead might pause, awaiting the arrival of their all-too-distant partners, so the next journey need not be made alone. I don’t think it’s a big secret that I made these for you. For you to know how to find me when the time comes. For you to recognize me, as I am sure I will look and smell and sound quite different. The future will be full of memorials that we could easily mistake for disasters, and I just don’t think they will be worth looking at without you there.