Sweat-soaked Ed the insect, climbing the hill in the heat, half-consciously trying not to breathe the air and so feeling about to faint. Concentrating now on being methodical about setting up the camera. Heat and fumes. He knows what he’s got here. The blood rushes from his hat to his pants. He knows what he’s got. He knows who he is. He knows what we are. He begins snapping his version of the family portrait.

23 June 2006


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