At the back of the store, where dusty porcelain was piled from floor to ceiling, I found a plate so deep that one day in my kitchen by accident I dropped an entire cauliflower into it, and I didn’t find it again until days later, as I, crawling on all fours on the bottom of the plate, reached the edge, where in a radiance and as far as the eye could see, hung thin, white curtains calmly waving back and forth, as if it were the room itself that was teetering from side to side.