Planes Flying over a Monster: The Writing Life in Mexico City
I don’t know where I got the cockeyed notion that I might write for a living, but it’s an impractical one to say the least. Nobody writes for a living in Mexico. Or rather some people do, but those are people I don’t know and ultimately have no interest at all in knowing.
Another look at the writing life in Mexico City, from poet Daniel Saldaña París. It ain’t pretty.