Mexico-1951

"So this man walks around in the places he once exercised his obsolete and unthinkable trade. But he is unperturbed. His eyes are black with an insect's unseeing calm. He looks as if he nourished himself on honey and Levantine syrups that he sucks up through a sort of proboscis." / William S. Burroughs. Queer, 1985.

Got a number of photosessions coming up, including 3 or 4 new girls. The first one should be coming back from Brazil in a couple of weeks, and then hopefully things will run smoothly.

Something falls off you when you cross the border into Mexico, and suddenly the landscape hits you straight with nothing between you and it, desert and mountains and vultures; little wheeling specks and others so close you can hear wings cut the air (a dry husking sound), and when they spot something they pour out of the blue sky, that shattering bloody blue sky of Mexico, down in a black funnel... Drove all night, came at dawn to a warm misty place, barking dogs and the sound of running water. / William S. Burroughs, 1959.