In 2009, before a bartending shift in the Upper West Side of Manhattan, off Columbus Avenue, in late winter, I exited the subway, and circled the block because I was uptown too early. I decided to go into the American Museum of Natural History, and found myself in the anthropology exhibit. It must have been a temporary situation, no guards, and mostly empty of artifacts. Posterboard mounted photos, science fair style, in glass cases, lined the wall and stood as islands; some had dioramas of indigenous communities. I came across three shrunken heads, and I pressed my forehead against the glass.