My father used to impart upon me countless nuggets of knowledge like where the best plantains grew and how to know if a dog was mad or just frothy from thirst, but he didn’t teach me what it was like in the “real world” where computer dictators ruled everything imaginable and endless rifle shots cut through the air like it was only soft cheese and how to hail a cab or order a sandwich from Subway, and I could feel myself slipping away, farther and farther from who I was, every time I tried to text my father and failed.
Photo credit: Rosendo Hernandez
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