|33.3 x 21.5 cm|
In 1993 I studied in Mexico. I spent 7 weeks filling a sketchbook. 2 of those weeks were spent in San Miguel de Allende. It felt like we were there for a year or for just 2 minutes, and that feels like a hundred years ago, but also just last week.
All of this is predictable banter about the passage of time and humanities strange dual-comprehension tendency. If you can think of how to make linear time feel less folded, I'm all ears.