“I thought back to my own noble discomfort at treating the poverty of others as a tourist attraction.”
Had Death been roaming our city that night in search of a casual victim?
I have known her well, as long as I’ve been conscious of my own existence.
“While I was caked in corn starch and tunneling myself through the torso of another person’s body, Sophie painted the pits of its arms and other corporeal crevices with a solution of powdered chocolate and water.” – Making of exhibit featuring Sophie Bandelin at Künstlerhaus 188, Halle, 4-16 July.
It means the difference between being embarrassed and pregnant.
Love is often not entirely explainable and may seem quite random, and therein lies its power… to somehow stall the machine, though never quite break it.