Mayan Riviera Manifesto

Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.                  – William Faulkner Something was sleeping. Dormant deep inside, coerced into slumber by complacency and the monotony of what is familiar. Like a river dammed by cold hands, energy diverted and devoted to things less beautiful, words cease to flow,…

México Güey

So it has been a month. And although I have only been here a month, I think I have eaten enough tacos al pastor, soaked up enough sun, spoken enough Spanish, squeezed into enough subway trains, drank enough tequila and lord knows had enough hangovers to paint a decent picture of what my first month here…

Once Upon a Time in Mexico

I found him in a bar in Mexico City.   He was hunched over a book with a creased spine.  The pages swallowed him and he refused to look away as he reached for his beer, piercing through bottle and froth to the words below.  He had the habit of folding his upper lip beneath the…