Hello Ruslana:

I hope you are well and that your work has come easily. I just wanted to touch base so that I don't fall too far out of reach... The above picture is a still of the actor I was working with in Lima. Nick is like an early 20's type I met while he was selling weed in the touristy neighborhood of Miraflores. He also mentioned an interest in recycled credit card numbers and third-party airline tickets and other entrepreneurial ideas. Regardless, he's a pretty quick and ambitious person and we became friends. He and I spent a day working at the beach with my camera and microphones to and end which I was horribly unprepared for, but is yet very promising and much of the work we did together will be used in my new video 'On my way to the pyramids to find the aliens.'

It was the first time he had ever tried Jameson... which is like a big deal thing here, and I was able to record his eyes beaming after the server set down two large glasses just for us, interrupting his central dialogue, in a 5 star restaurant built into the sea-- built into a place where neither of us belonged.  

I am now in Bolivia and am set up to work with some actors whom I met using the Tinder app. Though I do not intend on developing any physical relationships with them as I have recently been through some unique experiences that have left me significantly less interested the sexual understanding of an individual, as much as fully coming to terms with the political and environmental factors that lend to such uniqueness. I have now stayed for days along places that do not have or need running water, and met with anybody that would talk to me in my poor excuse for the Castellano language (about alien sightings and things that will never really matter), and I can tell you that I used to be very confident that most people wanted the same things. Now I feel like I know nothing of wants and desires and that for most, this seems all silly and pointless-- much like modernist poetry.

There are images that can make anyone realize how large the world really is, make the human experience evaporate into a narrative of incomprehensible other humans, or other human times, or even ourselves (in a sci fi kind of way). I think this is why I love the times that we live in so much-- even though they can feel so dark-- and perhaps some of these images, during our time, are best never actually seen but rather spoken. Like a week ago when I was wandering around the outskirts of the tourist city called Cusco, in a scarce area, during some heated protesting in the city, which had left most civic workers either on strike or overworked and unable to deal with common city services like traffic policing and waste management. I probably walked near 4 various sized dog carcasses lying stiff and bloated on the side walk and in the median. I remember the nearby children absently playing what sounded like Pirates of the Caribbean acted out with sticks. At one point, I must have been within 3 meters of a dog actually eating another dog. 

Again, I hope you are well and I will try to be better about keeping in touch. I am in La Paz until the 12th unless I stay for longer. 

Best 

C