Post-Chiapas Life

You know the Rumi poem, the one with the line “is the one I love everywhere?” That’s me and the Chiapas. Every day the Chiapas feeling. It is constantly in my mind, when I close my eyes I see San Cris and the everyday of San Cris. When I am falling asleep I feel and see it, when I’m tired, when I’m fucking cooking or doing anything, it’s always there.

I am impossible at letting go.

Photo by Sanyu Kisaka.

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