by Emma

“Yet the traveler, once in a long while, comes to a place he is sure, never having seen it before, is the one he was seeking. He enters. At first everything inside is so saturated with strangeness it is hard to breathe — but look now: already it is drying in from the edges like rainwater and he will in fact never after be able to recover that blankness in which he saw it first, the surgery of the first look. That moment of pure anthropology.”

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