I am told, this is a roof decoration. A beautiful, flowing design. I'm sorry I can't see it in it's original setting, though I wonder, would I notice it if I did? Would I see it the same way?

There is an echo in this sentiment of living somewhere out of one's sphere, the colonial syndrome, being somewhere other (and someone other). The roof decorations withdraw into the background, or a collector's shelf, taken out of context, they cease to be a part of ordinary life and become almost magical, perhaps what they were all along.