little things for big places: After the ritual, the spiritualist took the ceramic pot and flung the candle sludge and ash into the water, creating a pea green and coral film on the surface. “See the heart,” she said, pointing at the filmy shape. I didn’t see it, but lied and said I did. A dragonfly flew past and over the water. “There goes the dragonfly,” she whispered, as though a prop had arrived on command.