First Things.
<p>The days reveal a certain rhythm living in a big city, certain systems are always at work and one of the first things you notice about Mexico City, is that these systems run on a vast quantity of good old fashioned human beings. Visitors are typically struck by the sounds of this town, tamale vendors, bells, steam whistles, car alarms, the jaunty bus horns are particularly memorable. It’s overwhelming at times, like really overwhelming, to the point of robbing you of your agency, your ability to choose how you experience the world. Sound waves give no fucks about your person-hood, nor does the person creating these sounds. They are not seeking to harm you, best to try and let it roll by. To the creator you are not the intended recipient; and thus of no consequence. The system is complex, there are millions of moving parts, horns and whistles are all just part of the organism, the cacophony necessary to sustain twenty million souls in a dense environment.</p>
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