THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

My desk, beside a paneless window, looked out onto the side of the bowl that was La Paz.  Every bit of the desk’s wooden surface was engraved with hearts, dates, initials, political slogans and fragments from the poetry of the beloved Peruvian César Vallejo: “I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm.  On a day I already remember.”

Aguirre/Fierce