[September 17 2021]
“In Mexico, in any case, the boundary between the physical and psychic, the world of the dead and the world of the living, has always been more ambiguous, flimsier, than we find in the Anglo-European world. As Octavio Paz wrote in The Labyrinth of Solitude: ‘Man is alone everywhere. But the solitude of the Mexican, under the great stone night of the high plateau that is still inhabited by insatiable gods, is very different from that of the North American, who wanders in an abstract world of machines, fellow citizens, and moral precepts. In the Valley of Mexico, man feels himself suspended between heaven and earth, and he oscillates between contrary powers and forces, and petrified eyes, and devouring mouths.’”
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