Pharaoh Djoser's still in there, getting dustier. You can visit him in his pyramid on the Saqqara Plateau. How he aches! There's a hole for him to see by, cut in the rock. He can see each star. He can see the breath of the gods, so tender and faintly white against the flood of night. All this time he's been imagining things, a way to get out. Haven't you been told love is patient?