What Happens When You Jump

One thing I know is: I know nothing. I love ironies like this. When I was a teen I had another one: There is one Truth. That one Truth of course, is that there is one truth! Cosmic humor through logic

Winter 2006
I want to write about knowing nothing. Coming to Mexico to live for essentially six months without the language is the epitomy of the sense that I often have that I know nothing about life, about being alive. Arriving knowing virtually nothing and feeling completely dependent on Maribela was in a sense my worst [...]