When I look into the quagga's
face now I see
boredom and jaded, foreign
expression
splayed open.
What did a
stereoscopic viewer see
in 1864?

The quagga was
only a machine capable
of organism in
a cramped
enclosure?
Or this
animal is
every impulse
too many— like
a woman?
An
animal body is only
too little
or
too much
for the everyday stereoscopic
viewer.