A couple months before taking off to Mexico City, I remember standing out in the cold a few blocks from home waiting to commute to work. I was standing in front of this advertisement for the Mexico tourism board and was thinking to myself I could use an all inclusive resort of some sort (even though this is a blatant waste of traveling time). It was me and the snowstorm, looking at this gorgeous beach and where the ocean melts with the sky.
Weeks later while walking throughout downtown DF, I notice an photo exposition along Reforma avenue, by the sidewalk. Turns out it was sponsored by the government of Quebec. There were these incredible pictures of familiar places from back home. The whole thing was basically a publicity stunt to attract Mexican tourists in Quebec.
The mindfuck happened the moment I caught myself standing in front of a picture of a street corner a few blocks away from my actual Montreal home, in the middle of a blizzard. Doing this in Mexico under intense heat brought the experience to a metaphysical level. I think I heard a blood vessel in my brain pop right at that moment. Who knows, maybe this picture was actually a space portal leading home.
Weeks later while walking throughout downtown DF, I notice an photo exposition along Reforma avenue, by the sidewalk. Turns out it was sponsored by the government of Quebec. There were these incredible pictures of familiar places from back home. The whole thing was basically a publicity stunt to attract Mexican tourists in Quebec.
The mindfuck happened the moment I caught myself standing in front of a picture of a street corner a few blocks away from my actual Montreal home, in the middle of a blizzard. Doing this in Mexico under intense heat brought the experience to a metaphysical level. I think I heard a blood vessel in my brain pop right at that moment. Who knows, maybe this picture was actually a space portal leading home.
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thats one hell of a mindfuck amigo
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