No One Knows Your Name, by Rafael Stumbo Tarasco
The broke the broker and the broken. The morally vacuous, the pretentious and the contemptuous all come together neatly in the Central Valley and conveniently mill around public places blending in or sticking out; they are accepted as part of the scenery. They are hiding in plain sight moving slowly between ambiguity and ambivalence. They are recognized and ignored; they operate under the euphemistic title of expat. Travelers at their last stop with no onward ticket, they are foreigners and they are homeless. They are sometimes land rich and cash poor, the corrupt and the flush, the wanted and the unwanted. You know them.
Artwork by No One Knows Your Name
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