Vanishing Time: Portable Country
I. The Drain
Vanishing Time (VT) = seventeen years
My father went to an art house cinema in Caracas that used to be teeming with young people. I wonder if that is what he sought there, the youth slipping from the faces around him. That night, he only encountered puro viejo: the old, left behind in the mass exodus, escaping into the movie theatre. The expression my father uses is “The country’s gone down the drain.”
