Today I head to the southwest again. Right on to Guadalajara to get myself on a classroom - to begin my second year as a med-student.
Many people prefer the beaches, jungles and cities of this country. But I, indeed, find amusing the dry air, big plains and rocky panorama of the central area in north-México.
The lonely dust drifting away makes me think about the people that come and go in a determinate place or in someone’s life. Then the big blue sky just swallows me into myself.
If we consider the dialectic of Hegel - something that I call “self-consciousness” - then I feel like the outstanding dimension of the sky in a desert is, indeed the “subject” in a reality where I’m a mere tiny “object”. Being exterior to myself is like, objectively, letting go and simply observe.
Like being someone else in that place.
Listening to CocoRosie just made me feel asleep. Waking up in another city.
