It’s a grey frigid Thursday, and the cold is not quite dizzying.
Pier 90 juts out onto the Hudson River. In poetry, the volta is the sudden change, the modulation which shifts emotional pitch or cognitive focus. During Armory Week, Volta is the art fair of galleries presenting artist solos. Though I’m unfamiliar with many of the galleries participating, I know immediately the first thing I want to see: my bladder begs.
As relief washes over me, I think of Zizek’s observation that the presence of ideology can be found in toilet design.
