I've been going back to Chacarita Cementry in Buenos Aires, Argentina for years — it's the kind of place that keeps asking you to look closer. The crematorium there has these amber glass block walls that glow like something is always burning behind them. The building is functional, municipal, unremarkable — and then you look again, and it is not. I couldn't stop photographing that light: the way it fills a corridor, catches a railing, lands on a worn-out chair.