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 …