An Ultimatum in Spring
Mexico City, March 2017
In these photographs, I search for another version of myself. A version of extremes. A version of if you don’t book this flight with me, you will never see me again. We ambled the cracked sidewalks of Roma Norte. The arms of trees flattened against the planes of residential buildings. I read The Empathy Exams, folding the paperback over itself each time I turned the page. The warm sun cast playful shadows. More greenery than I anticipated. I was thirsty. We ping ponged between museums and cafes. The art was expansive: murals not confined by the dimensions of a canvas. I never knew where I was going. Aimless by default. Andrew noticed landmarks, left at this shoe store, right at this statue. I was always thirsty. The petals of purple trees littered the vacant streets each morning in our quiet neighborhood. I thought happiness was something you looked for in other places. I thought I found it in Mexico City: the purple trees, the basins of coffee, the vibrant art. Maybe it was just companionship, at the beginning.
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