🇲🇽 Volver a Ciudad de México - 02.01.2026

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I flew back into Mexico City the other night… it felt like I woke up from a dream. Maybe this was the dream. Maybe all is a dream. There were moments I didn’t want to return. Stewing with irreverence while in Texas. But I needed to… and I’m missing things… energies… and people. My driver from the airport was talking to his friend on speaker phone. It was all about food… “quiero flautas… o hamburguesa de pollo… no lo sé… los dos… jijiji…” 35 minutos of talking about food. I am missing the food and now I want flautas. I was happy to be back in my space in Nápoles. It was cozy… my bed is cozy… and I felt cozy. I received many welcoming messages from my friends here… and I look forward to seeing them again. I had left some important items behind… and although detaching from possessions is relatively easy… detaching from people and places… not so much. It’s funny what we carry with us. I had left my leather jacket in my apartment… It has been with me for 30 plus years and through many incantations of myself… it was preowned when I found it, and it was already oozing punk rock energy. I continue to carry it with me today… because it is part of me… part of my story… my ethos. It felt important to retrieve it. I came to a fork in the road close to a year ago. And a sun in one direction and a poison apple in the other. I chose by proxy. I value my experiences from taking that path… but parts of my body and soul are burnt and scarred. Perhaps… we should proudly display those scars… it means we have lived… fully. This nomadic experiment… this Mexico life… was supposed to be temporary… but this place… it has become home… and I find myself… at this moment… happy to be back.

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