🇲🇽 La Laguna y Museo Kaluz - 04.09.2026

“La Laguna is a repurposed 1920s textile factory in the Doctores neighborhood, it’s a vibrant creative hub and collaborative space. It features design studios, workshops (carpentry, textiles, ceramics), coffee roasters, and offices with an industrial aesthetic.”

This is strangely my first visit… it’s my type of joint and I live close. It has been on my radar since I first showed up to Roma Norte… and I strolled over one day long ago and it was closed… and hadn’t returned, until today.

I was meeting up with Tereluz for some artsy things. She is an ultra-hip ceramics artist, Buddhist, tranquilo, speaks English, and is easy on the eyes.

While we were chatting it up and having a coffee… an Irish woman asked to sit with us. She claimed to had lost her Irish accent from living abroad so long… nope. Thick Irish accent… pasty white Irish skin, Irish eyes, eyebrows and hair… 100% Irish. She was touring Latin America to improve her Spanish.

It was a treat chatting (in person) with 2 English speakers. I don’t get much of that lately… most of my friends at the moment are Spanish speaking only… todo bien… because good company in any language is still good company.

We finished up our conversions and decided to head to Museo Kaluz. It’s nice to have an artsy companion to do museums… being around someone who acts bored all of the time unless they’re drinking gets old. Especially if they can’t hold attentions to the person next to them, or can’t have a real conversation… or they play with their phone constantly… or perpetually bring up their ex(s), dudes they dated, or dudes they are attracted to. Boring... and rude.

Anyways, ceramicists are an odd breed of artists… I don’t know how to explain it. They’re on a different frequency of creative energy. When I was at University for fine arts… there were the visual artists, who are unique bunch to begin with… and a little weird… and the ceramicists… that were strange in their own way. I mean, weird… like… an uncomfortable weirdness… like the person at the party that stands in the corner starring at everyone, mumbling and giggling to themselves…. And, So… it’s hard to connect… unless your another ceramics artist.

My interest in Tereluz was more about her Buddhist background. I’m visiting the Stupas in Valle de Bravo and want some input… but mostly… I’ve lost my Buddhist way in Mexico. My compassion is fading… and in a toxic culture of everyone fucking everyone… I’m no longer feeling I want to give a shit about my fellow human… on a relationship level. And I like getting fucked as much as the next person… but ‘fucked over’? Drama? Not so much…

In a serendipitous moment… on the way out… I spot a woman smiling at me… it’s Mar from San Ángel. She just connected with me again last week. It’s so bizarre… I don’t know that many people in CDMX. And… there are 22 million of them in the city… and I continue to run into people in the street, I know or have met. I tend to believe there’s a reason that happens… you’re connected. It’s a circle of energy. And the ones you never see again… nothing. And I’ve never seen AngryLion again. 🚫😡🦁🙏☯️ see that??? Prolly because I don’t go to junkie parties…

The Kaluz is a cool building, the exhibit was nice, and the roof terrace is spectacular. I need to hit more museums here… there’s only 250 or so… and some I would like to see more than once.

I’ve been starving lately… I want food… always. My digestive system is slow to recover. It makes noise like an industrial machine in a factory. I’ve lost so much weight my clothes fall off me… really… I cinch my belt… and my pants still fall down. My underwear are loose and hang off me. What the fuck?!? Do I need suspenders for my underwear?

Anyways, it was time to eat… and Tereluz had to go to the studio and do potter stuff… and it’s 4:00pm and I have only eaten a kiwi and handfull of almonds… I want pizza… I need pizza… so I go to La Nonna Fina around the corner from my apartment. You can order half and half… I was thinking I would take some home. Nope. One big ass pizza gone. I may pay for it later with severe intestinal inflammation… but at this moment I don’t care.

I was able to speak my language today, meet some friends, hit a new place or two… and an entire pizza down. Not a bad day in the City of Mexico.

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