An Imaginary Journey Through the Day of the Dead

I hear a car door close nearby and I look up to see a man step out of his car, who is greeted by another man with a snapping ‘bro’ handshake, who says, “lente oscuro, mariguano seguro.” This disrupts my moment of silence because I don’t laugh but find it cognitively humorous. I see aContinue reading “An Imaginary Journey Through the Day of the Dead”

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