I am a lifeguard at the community house of horrors. I enjoy the

translation of modernity in relation to public bathhouses. We say

culture and what we really mean is beauty, carved out in the

curator's rendition of sadness: hound's tooth and ivory buttons,

liberty in the choice of commodities. I am interested in the beauty

of humor. I describe my work in relation to others only because

taken by threats at eight in the morning, grappling with swaths

of graffiti, I'm really interested in you being lonely, waking up to a

windstorm slamming pottery. We are walking, how is this not

like the blade that cuts through the voice of an other? Extant

theories of exotic birds, exotic scenery, I'm immersed in the

production of beauty, phonecards of domestic rates and many

countries. I am happy,overwhelmed when I touch your shoulder

and so keep my hand there, extending a large territory. I carry a

burden on the road, on my back, at the waist and pause at the

recycling bin, breathing moonness across disciplines. I am struck

by ethnicity.

—Angie Yuan