{outside of Tipitina’s there was this communal work of art: a staple and flyer encrusted telephone pole} I am still processing what I experienced in New Orleans. And I’m jet / time change – lagged. So I’m not really processing. I’m just tired and coffee compensation is giving me a headache. Maybe I am trying not …
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A Silence Time
What? It’s a new year? Twice over now? No. You can’t fool me with that talk. There’s nothing new about this year. It is decidedly a continuation of the last one- which was, in fact, a new year; though I won’t trouble you with an explanation of how time does not move the way you …
Teotihuacan
A simple bus ride north of the capital city can be a dangerous thing in Mexico. Not because of bandits, but bad drivers. On the way to our destination, we witnessed a flipped car and a person pinned beneath it- perhaps dead. How did the car flip? We could barely guess. Probable death notwithstanding, we arrived …