Enough of the maudlin posts.
I´m back in Chile. It´s good to be home. I really missed the voracious school girls, the excess of mayo, the atmosphere of magic realism mixed with bus pollution, the curious foreign glares.
Last night the sunset made the sky look like it was on fire. Then I woke up this morning to an earthquake. God, it was fun. Ragnarockin´ if you will.
You´d think it would be terrifying, your whole apartment moving around, but it felt more... ludicrous. I guess because there´s really nowhere to run, you sort of resign yourself to the futility of escape and enjoy the bumps. It was barely a big one by Ring of Fire standards, but you could definitely feel it. My bed moved, unrelated to any ouija turbulence.
It was a nice welcome. I just wish I had someone to greet me at the airport with a slow-motion clap. I´ve always felt worthy of one, but they never seem to happen.
Grumble.
1 comment:
j,
mother earth is clearly angry with the country of chile for stealing you away from us with its natural beauty and simple and relaxed approach to life. this first quake was a warning. the next shall swallow santiago in an explosion of devilish might the likes of which those with most irritable of bowels have yet to experience.....sooooo maybe you should just move home. i'm very in touch with mother earth these days. eating a lot of hearty oatmeal, starting an herb garden, basket weaving and bitch tells me she's pissed...come the fuck home!
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