Book Edits Progress Journal

Day (Unknown), "The Paris of South America"

Worked on the book in the morning sitting on the balcony 18 stories above the streets of Sao Paulo. Building upon building upon building as far as you could see.

Spent most of the day roaming around the city with Elizabeth, Nate, and Sara. Sao Paulo is one hell of a good town. A city of flowers and life. Buildings up to the sky and jungle trees in the shade of them. Orchids, graffiti, food, beer, sun, color. Color everywhere and on every surface--rich fuchsia, mustard yellow, dripping hot pink, bloody crimson.

I think Sao Paulo is the Paris of South America (in the Paris 1920s sense). Felt immediately at home, which is weird because I live in the country and Sao Paulo is the largest city in the western hemisphere.

Tomorrow morning Nate and Sara fly home to Mexico City. Elizabeth and I fly at night. Plan is to see the city some more and say farewell to South America in proper fashion.

I’ve made a sigil with the letters “WHS” (see last slide) from the title of the new book, Wild Horse Shit, and I’m getting it tattooed on the knuckle of my pointer finger of my right hand. A sigil for the book’s power and good fortune.

Bought a massive brick-size copy of Clarice Lispector’s Too Much Life for the endless trip back to the United States so I’m feeling well sorted.

Now, sleep.