Gerardo Monsivais. El Camino Diletante

The roads are infinite, they reach the end of the world, to the root of the darkness, or rather, the intestines are the universal, chemical, phosphorescent journey that gives us life, the sewer from which the cosmos arises, I mean: yes Once you have lost yourself, if you have run on eternal paths, desperate, it is because you came home without realising it; I mean: do not let the music stop, or something like that; What was he saying? who I was? ah yes: a simple mortal, dizzying as everyone, something, someone who is consumed from within and also a river of shit. Welcome to this cliff of images of Gerardo Monsiváis.