Art Review: The Quito Apartment Collection
Why is her skin so white? Her eyes so yellow? Her lips so orange? Is that her hair or a large dried bush that’s attacking her head?
Why is her skin so white? Her eyes so yellow? Her lips so orange? Is that her hair or a large dried bush that’s attacking her head?
We wanted to start from the beginning but couldn’t find it: A tale of competing equators.
As I turned to go, the woman grabbed me and said I hadn’t paid her yet. I protested that I had. We argued in Spanish. Other mango buyers eyed me uneasily.
So many things had to happen for me to be here, and the thought of how much of our existence is chance is overwhelming.
Maybe this is a good time to recognize how incredibly fortunate I am to be able to ponder this question, to leave work and take a trip like this. I mean, what do I think I am, Norwegian?