Sterre

In the large concrete atrium of a modern art gallery, human beings are casually assembled.  They sit quietly, run, chant and interact.  In a pause, I approach one who is lounged on the floor.  She is regularly attired and has a straight fringe.  Her face is wide.

She gets up to give me an answer.  She tells me that her parents gave her two older sisters normal names but she was given strange ones. 

I ask if she thinks that an unusual name informs a personality.  'Perhaps', she says before leaving abruptly to take part in a communal stepping exercise.