“Every day I send Lucia a photograph of myself.
Sometimes the shot will include a recent
newspaper to prove that is up to date. Just
lately I’ve started travelling around the world.
Sobbing, I’ll ask a fellow tourist to photograph
me at Golden Gate Bridge, the Acropolis, or
the mud-palaces of Mali, and in every shot I’m
visibly distraught. She said she was sure I’d get
over it in time, but I know I never will; that no
matter where I go, all I will ever really see is
her lovely guilty face telling me she had found
Dan Rhodes, Anthropology and a Hundred Other Stories