There’s the Mr. Hopkins in Robin William’s classroom,
and the one who made this album which was playing as I approached the warehouse on an abandoned military pier in San Francisco last month.
I can’t decide which one I like more. I’d like to think they are by a spiderweb of meaning, connected.
What say you? Have either of these pieces been important in your journey home to self? If not these, then what others have spoken truth to your precise experience and helped you understand it?
Love from Oaxaca,
Cris
P.S. If you already knew what a patronymic was, you’re hired… as I had no idea and had to go look it up. I don’t know for what I need you yet, but send me an email if you’re open for linguistic mystery puzzle unlocking.