Everyone checks our the lamp posts at LACMA. We walked toward "the Rock" and heard a story about Camille.
"The Rock" is actually a sculpture called Levitated Mass, which is apparently a commentary on fame. Standing between us and it was a security guard who offered to walk us around it. He told us about the Rock and about Camille, a young Jamaican single mother he had tried to help. The more he talked about Camille, his anger and pain rising as he warned us against helping people who weren't ready to be helped, the more we questioned whether this man should be entrusted with security. After dark. In the darker part of the LACMA grounds.
We wished him well, said a prayer for Camille, bid the levitated mass adieu, and learned a valuable lesson about staying close to the light.