What matters is when the buffet breakfast opens. At the Hotel Presidente (in downtown San José, Costa Rica), that’s 06:00. A family of four shift from foot to foot in impatient unison. They’ve been first in line for three dawns. It’s already 06:04. Father passes the swathes of lost time by regaling his tidy tribe with tales of family-queuing past. ‘Remember getting a step on those sleepyheads in the beach campgrounds on the North Sea?’ Those were the days of adventure.
A dissection of western cultural consciousness and conscience that cloaks intellectual substance by assuming the gait and gaze of the traveller passing through. A little gem of a multi-media ensayo that makes the fallacies and deliberate distortion of cultural memories tangible.
I will soon be thinking of teaching Y2 students about the early modern Hispanic monarchy. I have to do it differently. One session will be on "memory". I will return to this substack and your thoughts on Aguirre.
And I think you really captured the mood of the early morning hotel breakfast. You enable us to feel the characters.
Are your characters real? Did you see them, or "feel" them as you describe them? It does not matter, really. Authenticity does not depend on it.
A dissection of western cultural consciousness and conscience that cloaks intellectual substance by assuming the gait and gaze of the traveller passing through. A little gem of a multi-media ensayo that makes the fallacies and deliberate distortion of cultural memories tangible.
I will soon be thinking of teaching Y2 students about the early modern Hispanic monarchy. I have to do it differently. One session will be on "memory". I will return to this substack and your thoughts on Aguirre.
As always, I love your art.
Many thanks, Ken.
Thank you, Ken! One of my favorites -- I love the layering at work here!