by Jessica Sequeira: A taxi races down the avenue. It pulls up in front of Malba, the Museum of Latin American art; a girl jumps out. She’s in a hurry, though she maintains her cool. She’s wearing black, which she’s thought through; this is surely the elegant option, though it also makes her anxious she won’t be noticed. In her hand is a green notebook, in her purse a tape recorder. Batteries and memory space have been checked. Everything has been checked. The only glitch is that her bus never arrives. Certain things remain unforeseeable; this she remembers reading in the novelist’s books. Read more.