I love this picture. It comes from the Flickr photo stream of Eneas, showing that life carries on in a surreal way in Mexico's capital city.
I can't quite put my finger on what I like so much about this picture. I just really do. It is strange wonderful sci-fi-esque. If I were to make a film about some far-but-near dystopia, it would start with this shot and we would follow the girl through her day.
Mexico City has long held some sort of strange draw for me. Who knows anything about Mexico City? It's ginormous, with 20 million people living in its metro area, but what do we ever hear about it? Usually it's only bad things -- it is woefully polluted, crime is rampant, corruption is farcically out of control, its infrastructure is crumbling, it doesn't have enough water (clean or otherwise), it's hot, it's prone to earthquakes and most of its citizens are dismally poor -- but something about it draws me.
In the late 1990s, when I was studying Spanish in Nowhere, Minnesota, there was a picture of UNAM's central library in my text book. Something about how ugly-pretty that building is stuck with me. I dogeared the page and would go back to it. For a very long time I would daydream about improving my Spanish enough that I could go and attend university in Mexico City.
But learning another language and then moving to another country to attend university there? Who does that?