International Museum of Surgical Science
We are fragile, mysterious, ridiculous instruments. We keep finding absurd ways to die. We look to the experts to keep thriving, and the experts keep experimenting—go ahead and giggle at Hippocrates’ board and ladder, but don’t think the current state of orthodontics won’t look silly in fifty years. He pokes two fingers through the hole in her jean leg. She whispers something primitive and unethical, and pushes him against a case of fake eyeballs. We swap ecosystems upon ecosystems. We kill the squeamish superstition within. We make fools of ourselves with no precise, objective definition for pain or pleasure.
1524 North Lake Shore
Best of Chicago 2010