As soon as I left, I remorselessly shit on the South West. Today, upon retrospection, it wasnt that bad. I miss the deafening, mindbreaking silence. I miss how there were an unusually small amount of black people. I miss how funny and sad it is to ponder over a 2nd or 3rd generation latinx/chicanx and how some of them make it a mission to tell everyone that they are culturally and totally not gentrified and totally not separated from their Mexicanx/El Salvidorx/Hondurax/(strangely, not strangley, no Guatimalx folx). The nature there is kinna dead but at the same time, somehow more alive than you think and it reminds you at the absolute worst possible moments. The heat and sun felt kinna nice. I also miss how there is an usually small amount of black people....