The author of this codex is in now in his stela, but the narrator is located in the place of cactus petals. It is a great metropolis. I have realized I may have something in common with those people who cannot work without the television on. I can only really work in cities. Ya busco presuroso / mi canto verdadero, as the poet said.
Axé.
I wonder whether I should consider presence in cities a necessity, on the order of food or something. Historically my pattern is as described in the post and I seriously wonder whether trying to stifle this part of my nature might not be a large part of my general problem!