A lighthouse lonely extinct now virtual and historically situated for lost ships and tipsy tourists out of shape to ascend the candlestick their heads twisting holding on to the last step watching their head fearful of an earthquake or a terrorist attack as seen on TV. The lenses watch them, scanning their eyes and weary of their fingerprints on the polished glass. They are told the ancients climbed every day to feed it with sacred oil. They are told that boats would get lost in storms sent by evil gods, but faith saved many more. As they descend down to earth, the tourists, happy that this is all history, safely return to the beacon inside their homes, in time for the reality show.