Where the Wheel Knows my Name

Portrait of Mexico City. Center of chaos. Anonymous crosses each other, self-absorbed in their daily life and existence. She is in movement, he is in paralysis. Both living in the past, evading the present. They inhabit the realm of cycles trying to free themselves from attachment and suffering. Movement and paralysis intertwine in a city trapped in the cycles of earthly and recurrent existence. Portrait of Mexico City. Center of chaos. Anonymous crosses each other, self-absorbed in their daily life and existence. She is in movement, he is in paralysis. Both living in the past, evading the present. They inhabit the realm of cycles trying to free themselves from attachment and suffering. Movement and paralysis intertwine in a city trapped in the cycles of earthly and recurrent existence. Portrait of Mexico City. Center of chaos. Anonymous crosses each other, self-absorbed in their daily life and existence. She is in movement, he is in paralysis. Both living in the past, evading the present. They inhabit the realm of cycles trying to free themselves from attachment and suffering. Movement and paralysis intertwine in a city trapped in the cycles of earthly and recurrent existence. Portrait of Mexico City. Center of chaos. Anonymous crosses each other, self-absorbed in their daily life and existence. She is in movement, he is in paralysis. Both living in the past, evading the present. They inhabit the realm of cycles trying to free themselves from attachment and suffering. Movement and paralysis intertwine in a city trapped in the cycles of earthly and recurrent existence.