Ajay Vishwanathan blurs his collection's reflecting surfaces with dust. Casting back the splendid fragility of the human condition, his stories unsettle themselves from people who cling to tradition yet yearn for limitlessness. The child workers who harvest their own youth. The son of a snake-vem wrangler who wrestles guilt. The purported virgin and keeper of her people's sanctity. Tumbling From a Tilted Pail, these characters are splashes of color in a landscape daubed with despair.