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The British Museum

Collected in one place, the history of Britain’s plunders: Elgin marbles, Egyptian mummies, Darwin’s finches, and maps of unknown territories. Here, my skin qualifies as the cartographer’s terra incognita. I pay two pounds for a cup of tea and cry quietly as I imagine the topography of your palm, rivulets, valleys, plains.  When I see the Mayan skeleton encrusted with turquoise, I surrender wordlessly to the dreams of the dead. What we know of the past we ignore and what we cannot know, we invent. I call you from a payphone wedged beneath the stairs and the crackle of air burns up all the oxygen between us. At such a distance, what can you know of the beauty of cold stone? Nothing.

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