I think we develop our places over time. Places mean people to me. Weaving tiny pieces of mental thread as memories are stitched with scents and feelings. At least, I do. I think the experience of being a person means you have more than thoughts. Latin America has brought that concept into technicolor for me.

You have the way a room meets you, the way people light up parts of your imagination, the way a street puts you back to 4 years ago when you were lonley on a certain day and you decided to comfort yourself in a certain place . You have the way tea tastes or a coffee shop reminds you of a version of yourself. I am grateful to be conscious enough to have all these memories. I am grateful for the mind-bending loving community that wraps itself around me like a sweet-smelling blanket. Sometimes I feel like I´m living a funeral of my own life, not in terms of morbidity. In terms of everything is out front. Everything is present. Everything, all the time.