THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY

IN A LARGE, ADOBE-CLAD ART GALLERY IN THE HEART OF SANTA FE, N.M.’S HISTORIC DISTRICT, I WALK INTO A CLUTTERED, INDUSTRIAL-LOOKING ROOM AND INTRUDE ON AN ARGUMENT BETWEEN HAMLET AND HORATIO. I SLIP INTO ONE OF A HANDFUL OF FLIMSY PLASTIC CHAIRS STREWN AROUND THE ROOM. HORATIO TELLS HAMLET TO FOLLOW HIM, SNAPS ON A COUPLE OF EERIE GREEN LED LIGHTS, AND STALKS OUT. SHE FOLLOWS AND WE TAG ALONG. THE ARGUMENT ESCALATES AS WE ARRIVE IN A SHADOWY, CAVEROUS GALLERY.