Here We Are, Waiting For You

Las estaciones clausuradas de la línea A — En El Subre / Archivo General de la Nación

Suddenly.

Between a gesture and the next word. Between commas and a full stop.

No prior notice, it just happens. Before your eyes, the world gravitates slower and, still, there is no way you can make sense out of that which simply is.

One moment, you are laughing or almost sneezing, and then, suddenly, a long and heavy shadow grows before your eyes. The sky falls…