Finding Momentum

There is a strange art instal­la­tion in the side of the Vuit­ton store here in the mall that my fam­ily walks through each night–a neon-rimmed iri­des­cent par­a­bolic reflec­tor behind wall-to-wall glass, a bright bulb in the mid­dle direct­ing light into the cen­ter of the mall. Return­ing the gaze of the giant iris evokes a haunt­ing fear of wak­ing a sleep­ing giant.

Inscribed on the glass–“Eye See You.”

The peo­ple of Hawaii are beau­ti­ful, every sin­gle one of them. They (as do we) come to the malls to buy into the promise of being more so, because com­pa­nies are telling them they have blem­ishes to cover, mus­cle tone to build, bod­ies to flaunt, trends to keep up. Why? Because they are being watched. Who is? Nobody can tell me.