"Si no levantas los ojos, creerás que eres el punto más alto." -Antonio Porchia, Voces 1943.
What are the simplicities and intricacies, the obvious and the oxymora that we live day in and day out but rarely notice? What causes us to allow tiny flakes of variations that dance around us to obscure our vision so that we come to define our life only by what is familiar and routine?
