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Santiago, February 2018

I think about writing the city but I’m haunted by the colonial travel diary. I have impressions, but by the next day they’re subverted. Cities demand intimacy.

This is an impression and I’m trying not to betray that word.

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It happened before. Was it the November winds? Or the plants reclaiming their rightful place?

Or was it you, May Kashara? It sure is a convenient way for you to come and go without your parents seeing.