Suffice to say that, as a Mexican immigrant living in the US, I was not (at all) stoked about the happenings on Nov. 8 2016. On said evening I went to bed
alone, a bit miffed - and to be completely honest, a little scared and rejected.
I thought of the millions of people living in the US with whom I share the
experience of migration - but mostly I felt a very strange and new sadness, it
began to envelop my vestibular system and then materialized itself in the form
of a few single salty tears.but mostly I felt a very strange and new sadness, it
began to envelop my vestibular system and then materialized itself in the form
of a few single salty tears.
This project perhaps lacks meaning and depth - I admit that it is shallow.
It’s a gut reaction, an impulse, a crude visceral reaction to feeling impotent.
It’s ugly and messy be
