One of my high school friends went on a family trip and returned to find his girlfriend obsessed with a dead bird. She had found it, extensively photographed it, and kept it in a box. He broke up with her. I cannot, for the life of me, get over this story, even though it happened almost 20 years ago. I want to hunt this girl down and ask her approximately one million questions.
Un dibujo realizado en el museo de Frida Khalo en la ciudad de México.
Una reunión de las mascaras que se encuentran a lo largo de la casa, ese día me enteré que se les suelen llamar Judas
