If Nobody Is Sitting on the Fountain it Might Have Pee All Over It

Self righteous shit talk target this month: the gringos of Mexico City. On gentrification, grief, and parties.

**~la traducción a español aquí~**

The last few months, in order to have water in my house for the day, I’ve had to sit in my kitchen every morning and run a pump 15 minutes on, 5 minutes off for a few hours. While I do that, I drink coffee, read the news, and wonder how I am going to explain this world to the baby growing in my belly. 

My house is dreamy…