Greetings from Todos Santos, Mexico. I'm back down here for a few days having first visited during the pandemic era in August of 2021. We've been listening to this massive, humid, playlist that I compiled just prior to that trip on repeat via the bluetooth speaker on the beach: Lust For Listening. All heaters, summer crate style. Think: 88°F, salt water, Mexican lagers and mezcal. In my bag I've been re-reading a tattered copy of Graham Greene's prophetic 1955 expatriate novel, The Quiet American. The more things change, the more they remain the same . . .
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