When Theory Meets Politics

“?Viste? . . . el cuarto motor . . . ?viste?” [Did you see? . . . the fourth motor . . . did you see?] The guy in the back of the car is gesticulating and laughing, but it is too late. I haven’t seen it. But I want to. So we cut off the main road to circle back, to try to pass it again; we get lost in a maze of small streets, one-ways going the wrong way, and culs-de-sac. Finally we make it back on to the main road and drive by again, slowly this time, so that I, giving full rein to self-indulgence, can take photographs.