I knew from the very first moment that my dissertation needed to tell the stories of these bullet holes – this new kind of earthbound mythology. These ones are in the World Orders/Chaos and Order Courtyard. A bomb fell through the room and the walls are all pockmarked. Around the top of the room is a narrative frieze – the Pompeiians fleeing the wrath of Vesuvius. It is the heart of the museum – the place where the strange dialectic between destruction and preservation (both ancient and modern) is frozen in time.