Wandering the main downtown street in San Cristobal de las Casas, Chiapas, México found a very old church. A temple as old as the town itself. I was not allowed to take pics but the image of the broken bell struck so much in me in regards to the significance of the very dead old catholic tradition and its own weight and how divided it is. I understand the need for a belief, but for me is so useless and heavy as that bell itself. Could not resist and took the photo and ran away.
Go into December 2025 / January 2026 on my ongoing dis for anything to do with current events be it political or cultural. Even the music I love seems all fractured and disperse. So I sat down on my own and recorded a couple of tracks using whatever I had in hand to release a cathartic feel of hopelessness for the future.
These are the broken bells HERE
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