I love this metaphor. Well, this truth about our bodies, the salinity they hold, the oceans we are.

But my point was, when I was in Buenos Aires a month or so ago, it was very hot, like mid 30s Celsius, and it felt I was always sweating no matter what I did. And I felt I was connecting with the city through sweating, but not in a sweaty way. It was more as if there was an exchange between the bodies of the city, the river that borders it and because of it, it exists, and the city itself. As if we all were into this giant cell that contained us in its humidity, and we were communing through the water in the air.

I need to check my notes and see if I wrote something on that because the idea was so present. And of course, the blanket of heat!

Let me check my schedule, I’ll probably see you on the 4th.
Pablo