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... on the other side, and there is no step on that staircase high enough for a view into the neighbour's terrace.
I don't sleep now, nor will any guest of mine, on the roof of the house I currently rent in this village. Still, the first time I slept in the second storey room of this house, even with residents currently absent in other two-storey houses close by, I felt as if I had climbed into a lantern to sleep and first I turned its bright flame on. The view ...
... a mountain range to cross. A vast distance between me and the peaks. No path is apparent. No obvious way through. A land, apparently, leading to nowhere. I am riding the spine.
I am on different ground. I have left behind the familiar shore. The vastness of what I am in overwhelms every sense in me: the tactile, the visual, the auditory, the kinetic. I cannot remember if there were any smells. (In contrast, the clouds of eucalyptus in Marin County ...
... in the fibre optic cables laid undersea between the Baja peninsula and mainland Mexico. Cell phone towers had toppled, too, with electrical lines. As we took in the news in Vancouver, we were reliant on ground reports from Baja Sur that were being passed by the few individuals with solar phones or else ham radio operators.
How did we feel now about a year of living differently?
Sobered. Trusting. Called. Todavia, en Espanol. Still called.
... from the permanent solutions and beehive dryers of a 1960s salon, saying Look at me, look at me. Ebony, chartreuse, silvered lime, russet and gold.
I loved the many neighbourhoods -- far beyond Normal Heights -- in San Diego that are full of indie cafés and stores and vintage theatres. I loved the taco stand without any lights but with a huge iron pig on its roof. Pulled pork and diablo here. I loved the wooden roller coaster at the foot of Mission Bay Boulevard, ...
It took three months to pack up and go, almost another month to travel down, and two days to re-root in a new country. I am in Nopolo, Mexico, living in a village of 600 households.
I am interested in the process of replacing ourselves. To me, this has several meanings. How we quietly or rambunctiously lay down, fling away, or otherwise molt identity . . . and let ourselves become someone else, or discover who we have been all ...