The Dancing We Carry: Thinking with Orlando

I saw him struggling, balancing all those sombreros they had put on him. Losing his balance until the lights faded, I felt myself about to fall with him: as if we, the audience, had been dancing and stumbling with him all along. There we were, remains. Piled high on the floor. Copyright: Huerta, Ernesto. "Ni… Continue reading The Dancing We Carry: Thinking with Orlando