I’m in the library of the state university (BUAP). It’s euclidaneally close home, but having a river in-between uncoils the route to a 45 minute walk. It is a good place to work, I’ll surely repeat here and write a proper review.
As I covered the distance walking, I could not help but see everything in Mexico with fresh eyes. “I must write about it before it fades into habitual perception” I thought. But as I sit down in this humble library, I notice a more commanding task: let the harvester get drunk on his own wine, but what is indulged is paid at the moment of harvest.
TL;DR; Play waits for work to be completed. Let’s get to work.