[darigo]

I crossed into Mexico via Eagle Pass. I was hitchhiking throughout the US and then throughout Mexico with my wife. Nothing seemed so dramatic then, but maybe it's blown up in recent years. When I got to the bottom of Mexico I stayed a night in Tapachula, which was totally nuts. Flooded with French speaking black immigrants en route to the US.

Really interesting place. Lots of cool food and people to talk to with interesting stories. Painful stories, too. Such an overwhelming, disorienting place. Maybe it's changed too, though. The above-ground world we see on the news is stable because it's a mask for the entropic chaos of the underworld, where portals to the unknown pop in and out of existence all around you, and it's easy to get lost and everything disappears all the time, and you'll never be able to know how or why.

The real world is like a tornado made of spaghetti. And the fake world (like in Baudrillard's The Gulf War Did Not Take Place kind of way) feels so much realer and more familiar because it doesn't need to deal with the eccentricities and contradictions of reality, but can safely play with its symbols. Like the difference between making a Yoda out of Legos vs making a real Yoda. Blood and guts and bricks in boxes, flooding over wet dirt.

What a cheesy stunt, which of course makes it so fitting for someone like Mr 𝕏 dot com