solar panel

I am sitting in a tank top and the sun is filtering over my friend's shoulder onto mine, my face, my hair, my book. And it is the sweetest absorbing- like happiness in light form. A tiny round rainbow spectrum is radiating from somewhere, following the words down my page,

"I have suggested that our quest for radical alterity shapes and is shaped by our conceptualizations of "cultures" as discrete, self-contained, self-reproducing universes of of shared customary practices and beliefs...."

Breathe