June 28 2004
I understand how I got burned out after three years in Mexico City. I’m constantly buzzed by the energy, the chaos, the color, the mix that produces such a unique experience. Soviet flags fly proudly, teens wear Nazi T-shirts, tacos are made of animal parts that most gringos would never consider eating (but I do sometimes); the adventure begins every time you step outside. Such stimulation, a constant flood of new experiences, leads to exhilaration and, for me, subsequent letdown as soon as the chaos stops seeming so attractive.
But now, I’m mostly loving it. I have transcendental experiences several times a day, like photographing cops buying pirate CDs.
I’m still a recovering smoker, too. How long has it been? Something like two weeks. I’m constantly tempted, so I’m in that state of perpetual jonesing. I’ve absolutely got to remember to get chewing gum.
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