July 3 NYC 

New York City. I emerge from underground, look up for the sun and find the skyscrapers instead, then mutter, apparently aloud, something about assorted temples to various American gods. Then they’re your gods too, a man says. Me? You’re American, ain’t you? Well, it’s not that easy: way I see …

Return

We landed and it was passports and paperwork and slow moving lines, the ineffectual efficiency of government agencies observing some economics too far removed from the realities of my life for me to comprehend. We were readmitted to the country without incident. It was exactly the same as I’d left …

Moving to Wake Up

I packed everything I own back into my backpack tonight. Not sure what hit me harder: how little time it took, or how completely I’d managed to settle it all into this rented room in a month. It was shown in little ways, in the places for everything, the table …

The Green Parts

Its raining hard in Mexico City in defiance of my old notion that Mexico is a desert. Turns out the maps on the wall in high school I studied in my daydreaming weren’t all that accurate, that they depicted concepts other than climate. In hindsight, I guess I should have …

Stacked Life

The nighttime window, open to the air of the surrounding mountains, cool and fluid, permits the world to enter the bedroom through slats of light and cast itself across the strange shadows of muted hues stacked upon the walls. Apartment building sounds: the vertical echoes of lives along the air …