Nearest to the ground
Inditex
An act of faith
Virgen del Rosario
Prepared Box
The Knight of the sad gaze
About
At every family meal, men with men, women with women.
My grandmother sat beside my mother, my aunts, my cousins.
I sat on the other side, among my father, my uncles, my cousins.
Without thinking about it, without even noticing it. That’s just how things were done. And so, we simply did it.
She was always in the background, like those supporting actresses who hold the air of a scene without ever really occupying it. We never talked about her things, nor mine. I suppose out of modesty. Or out of that awkwardness of affections that never learned how to name themselves. What were we supposed to ask each other? Where would we even begin?