I am a philosopher of sandwiches, he decided. Things good on the inside. He would like to discuss this with someone. And for a moment the frailest leaves of life contained him in a widening happiness. When he got back to the hotel room he set up the camera on the windowsill and activated the timer, then positioned himself on the bed. It is a black-and-white photograph showing a naked young man in fetal position. He has entitled it “No Tail!” The fantastic fingerwork of his wings is outspread on the bed like a black lace map of South America.
