Will a drunk teen survive the familiar drive home? Will a brain-injured father re-member himself? Will the stranger in a Greyhound station catch that four-year-old-girl in an “innocent” game of tag? Will a fox find his den when confronted with a construction barricade? Will a middle-class American photographer find beauty in the poorest nation in the western hemisphere? Will left lead to that brown eyed girl?
The poet Erik Campbell says that real experience happens when “…one chronically doesn’t know what the hell is going on.” There are no clear road maps in these stories, only disorientation and myriad possibilities, some beneficial and others disastrous.