Flowers for the Immaculate Conception (Recuerdo de la Villa edition)

Imagine being in a prison hell-hole with no internet access, at a computer screen at your work in the prison library of incarcerated books and readers, where there is no internet access and no reference at all to that which is religious, no consolation, bleak, dreary, drudgery, depressing, the darkest of existential peripheries.

Imagine that it’s the vigil of Our Lady of Guadalupe. Imagine that it pops into your head to change the monitor background picture from nothing to some other kind of nothing, scrolling through a million secular image thumbnails as tiny as tiny can be, coming across a spectacular graffito image of Our Lady of Guadalupe, then successfully setting it as the monitor background image. You know who that happened to, don’t you?