In El Paso, we don’t say “I love you”, we say “No mames guey, y’all, Chico’s Tacos, EL CHUCOOOOO, nah guey, We are a Big City, Hell Paso, guey” which means “We are not a big city at all (nor are we Juarez)” which is so accurate, I think.
Ta-Nehisi Coates has long been one of my favorite writers. He is currently traveling in France and his writing is reaching another level. It is sublime. His latest is my favorite so far—mediations on language, isolation, and home. I feel like these few sentences sum up a lot of my feelings from the past few years.