I had a dream last night that I was in Condesa Roma in Mexico City. There was a little shop that sold oddities. I bought an old, dusted-over bottle of rum for ochenta pesos. The bottle was skull-shaped and seemed like something I’ve seen before. After buying the bottle, I went outside to find about 30 U.S. dollars worth of money in my wallet, so I went to a street vendor and bought a plain huarache. The warmth from the cooked masa made me remember how great Mexican street food is. I contemplated how wonderful it would be to get all your meals for less than 5 bucks.
The rest of my dream consisted of moving images of the Mexico City. It seemed as if I was on a bike or taxi, peering out onto the colorful yellows and oranges of the houses and the contrasting greens of the cacti. Everything was moving quickly…away from me. All the color was fading.
I am longing for the past when colors seemed brighter and joy was real.