Ken Currie, 2013, at Miami Basel
On
the way between Scope and Miami Basel, two electrifying art events in Florida,
Like Totally nearly stumbles over the dirty bare feet sticking awkwardly into the busy
pedestrian way. They belong to a homeless woman sleeping next to her dog, both neatly
curved on the narrow lawn, and the woman’s head on the dog’s shoulder.
I
don’t know, Like Totally thinks, it is even too much. It would be easier to
ignore this woman if she were without that dog near her. Their closeness is too humane to
scorn. Is there anything I can do?
Like
Totally is very bad at doing anything. She raises her eyes to the level of shopping
windows that feature swimming suits and Christmas decorations according to
the season. She looks at her companion pacing next to her. Has he noticed? Is
he aware that she keeps thinking of that woman? Like Totally hates to change
cheerful disposition of their vacation. She casts her eyes away. But the only thing
she can honestly do is to keep thinking of her. And the only thing she can honestly do is to keep the homeless woman on the narrow lawn in Miami sleeping
next to her furry mate in memory.

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