Roberto Bolaño falls in love with a red sandal he finds in the corner of a sunset. He places the sandal on a bed of seaweed. Its red is more so against the seaweed’s green.
Behind the sandal Roberto Bolaño hangs the head of a man. His face is made of fruit and an occasional vegetable. Roberto Bolaño imagines the head with legs made of celery and tomato stalks.
With such legs Archimboldo may wear the red sandal and run toward a given date in the future.
It is not strange; we are all running with him.
Roberto Bolaño will not live to see the year his sandal makes for but he is glad to imagine it running through fields of seaweed. Its red is more so.
Alan Peat (after Reka’s piece that appeared yesterday)