First of all, very bloody big damn old first-of-all, it is September 16th, the second day of New Mexicans celebrating the advent of autumn: temperatures below 90, clouds, rain, hope that the blazing droughts of the future are not already here to stay. Honestly, I’d like to dance naked in the rain, drink champagne, march in protest against the bad guys of the world, have a job/a lover/bake cakes/write books…but then in… Read More