they don't sell sugar skulls here.
hm.
i'm homesick. i'm going to miss day of the dead and going to my mom's chorus' day of the dead concert at mission dolores. i haven't gone to any of her concerts in years because i was bored of them. but now i miss going to churches full of incense and pictures of mary and juan diego to hear archaic latin hymns. i really miss being close enough to mexico that people on the buses speak spanish. portland is too young. it's only traditions are those established by now-aging hipsters. these traditions, though hella sweet (flash mobs, building crazy bikes) are too groundless and new to touch me. they tend towards the drunken and insane, which i do enjoy, but it all feels slightly desperate, somehow crazed. sometimes portland feels like the apocalypse has already happened and everyone is reverting to future-pseudo-fight club-primitivism. it's weird and fun. but it's so weightless. i miss ancient traditions re-enacted in a bizarre modern ways, instead of imagined future traditions imported to the present. i just want to be in san francisco for one day, to walk down 24th in the dark in an intricate skeleton costume with a candle dripping wax all over my hand, towards the park with the altars, surrounded by giant puppets and george bush masks.
i'm homesick. i'm going to miss day of the dead and going to my mom's chorus' day of the dead concert at mission dolores. i haven't gone to any of her concerts in years because i was bored of them. but now i miss going to churches full of incense and pictures of mary and juan diego to hear archaic latin hymns. i really miss being close enough to mexico that people on the buses speak spanish. portland is too young. it's only traditions are those established by now-aging hipsters. these traditions, though hella sweet (flash mobs, building crazy bikes) are too groundless and new to touch me. they tend towards the drunken and insane, which i do enjoy, but it all feels slightly desperate, somehow crazed. sometimes portland feels like the apocalypse has already happened and everyone is reverting to future-pseudo-fight club-primitivism. it's weird and fun. but it's so weightless. i miss ancient traditions re-enacted in a bizarre modern ways, instead of imagined future traditions imported to the present. i just want to be in san francisco for one day, to walk down 24th in the dark in an intricate skeleton costume with a candle dripping wax all over my hand, towards the park with the altars, surrounded by giant puppets and george bush masks.