[image: the gaucho, 2009 | assemblage of melons in wooden orchard fruit crates off calle rondeau in nueva cordoba, cordoba, argentina. by day, this small strip is home to some interesting graffiti, stray dogs, and very few people. after midnight, calle rondeau transforms into a fernet-soaked hustle of pageantry and sexual viscosity]
impromptu moments in between the tenants of the built world, momentary cultural phoenix in the taxonomy of the intermediate- transient, potential arrangements at rest. the simplicity of setting and material could suggest any instant in the century before- occupants posed on a temporal vista of past and future. is this a market? could the extemporaneous bric-a-brac serve a different, anonymous agency- vagabonds with stories outside this rarefied milieu? could the pragmatist's recipe for melon e jamon save these vicarious comestibles from slipping into the dialectical intercourse of the surreal? or is it too late? might the text, melon and strength, suggest the gravity-assisted initiation of a rube goldberg circuit, sending into motion one melon at a time? or is this an eternal, chimerical lunch with borges?
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