On Times Square Or (The Duality Between Reality and Illusion)
This stark dichotomy between illusion and reality was reflected in Kim Kyung-Hoon’s seminal photograph of a mother fleeing tear gas with her daughters at the border.
This stark dichotomy between illusion and reality was reflected in Kim Kyung-Hoon’s seminal photograph of a mother fleeing tear gas with her daughters at the border.
I have heard that seeing a shadowy figure with a hat is demonic. However, I would counter that it took place in Juarez and it could be a ghost of a Mexican Revolutionary.
Sadness hits first when this memory comes to me, the same as when I heard his words that day. For me to inherit all this, he would have to die. I didn’t want to think about that then. I don’t like remembering now. But this is the circle of life for us Norteños.
Ethnicity is a story. I thought ours was fading into nothing, but there is always a stranger who sees you on me and pokes a hole in the dam.
We shared a language of sounds and one of laughter when our broken sentences in each other’s mother tongues faltered.
Why would people do a job for free miles away for a community they no longer live in? Because we’re a community. Maybe not particularly in the land where my father, my mother, and my grandparents were born, but it doesn’t change the fact that we continue to be part of a community out here so far from our land of origin.
–Aquí encontré lo que mi país no pudo darme: un lugar seguro para mi familia y un salario justo que me permite tener lo que en México ni en sueños hubiera podido tener. Es cierto que no puedo visitar a mis papás, que estoy lejos, pero tengo la certeza de que esto puede cambiar–dice con nostalgia.
The internet is so much about what to look at.
For me, that’s weird.