2017: The Shadows of September the 19th
Snow doesn't descend down the folkloric streets of Mexico City. Instead, a gray-colored sky —joint by a undecent fog— crawls into the bones of old inhabitants of the neighbourhood during Christmas Eve, and forces family into uniting over dinner and regret the elegies they have taken over the year that has passed. However, 2017 came to bring a new ghost, who floated over the mouth-transferred stories that reigned over this town. Eugenia, Petén, Medellín, Álvaro Obregón; these Mexican streets held a new kind of monument that had been recalled by older generations yet remained ignored during the new millenium: debris. Imponent buildings that held the memory of an entire borough and the home of various families were reduced to dust. The blocks they lay on before now were completely abandoned, while over the debris, every other toy, yearbook or piece of clothing would show up over it. Some families dared to visit them to point them out in the name of amaze and post-traumatic shock, but in reality, they treated the sites the same they would treat touristic attractions.
For they forget the rumble that only scared them enough to post a dramatic statement on social media, yet shook the life of an entire universe that lay in between the apartments of a condo. For they forget how even the ground they relied on shook in an intense and sudden manner, threatening the confidence we have on our own existance's importance. For they forget that there was acutal suffering beyond their basic amaze, for they forget the unknown tragedies that occured just a few blocks away in a walking distance. For they have no respect for the boy that was crushed by a crumbling building while trying o get his boy back, the freshman student that watched his school fall apart, the parent who never saw his children again, the names that would be forgotten to become statistics.
Don't point out what happened in September the 19th, honor it through silent prayers and respect the grief that created these new monuments. But most of all, go on and enjoy the tiny existance that was brought to you to live. Because anytime, the September 19th demos may come back, and haunt the lives of yet a whole new generation to come... once again.