Working the city
Everything clicking into place now. Patterns are forming… lists, pages, chapters. My mind is settling into the task, the routine. Mexico City – with all its wonderful and monstrous machinations – is taking over. This is the 24-hour aspect to the job. The constant working of ideas. Endless thinking, analysing, planning. I wake up and start poring over maps. I go to bed and dream about it.
Still, there is this sense of utter disconnection. How to bond with a city like this? How to be friends with the monster? I could walk for a day in any direction and still not reach its limits. I am less than a speck of dust in an unrelenting urban universe. There are no forests or valleys here, merely rolling concrete, mile after mile after mile. And the task, like the city, is utterly relentless. Some 70 hotels and 80 restaurants to check. A plethora of tour agencies, shops, bus departures, flights and directory listings. Who knows what else. A minor mountain of information. Two weeks into the project and I feel like I’ve barely dented it.
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Sat, Aug 15, 2009
Mexico, Mexico City, Panama