"We arranged for him to pick me up at the Zona Rosa. I had been spending most of my time reading and writing in cafes at the hip international tourist spot, the so-called cafe scene. It was hard for me to breath in Mexico City and sometimes I couldn't even walk the 15 minutes from my downtown hotel to the Zona Rosa without turning back and crashing into bed with my eyes burning and lungs heaving for some real air. The most polluted city in the world had recently experienced a devastating earthquake and the dust from crumbled buildings increased the level of dust particles to unbearable proportions. This may not seem like an important part of this story but you have to keep in mind that this was way before we all felt so comfortable domesticating ourselves to the point of never leaving our home studios and the terminal death machines that monitored our living for us. Anyway, once I made it to the Zona Rosa I would go hide in whatever cafe I could hole up in although the day of New Year's Eve I decided to go to the one art-house cinema in the area which was continuously playing IN THE REALM OF THE SENSES which, to my own mind, having worked with Alain Robbe-Grillet in my undergraduate years back at the University of Florida, seemed to be the perfect psychogeographical pornosophy ever imprinted on celluloid..."