Jude the Obscure ShirtIn the cool of the AC, the sweat on her upper lip dried. She would take only a moment to compose herself in the privacy of this strange room. Slumping onto an overdressed chair, she thought of Olympia: her painted sour skin, her hardened eyes, her opaque refusal, frozen and dried in pigment. Today, there was something unruly in her body defying her, dripping water out of its pores. The production of biological dew and the accidental watering of