"Once, in a European museum, Akiko pointed out a series of anamorphoses and their cylindrical mirrors. Painted on paper, they were incomprehensible, an ugly spill of color. But when one looked at their reflections on the curved surfaces of the mirrors, they became fully visible. And they were erotic. Shamelessly so. They were beautiful and they were obscene.
I am like these. My tribe is like this." pg.50
— Feb 14, 2013 02:26PM
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