coffee olympics

Coffee Olympics, on an outdoor table whose whitewasher left a paintbrush hair behind. Because they is the trouble with whitewashing as a concealment: it’s the forensics. No one is foreign, no one’s a nullius, no one’s illegal: that’s a sickness. And even our splashiest televised distractions leave traces of political ecology in every frame of their fake tannery. Lather up, history.