Miguel Zotto is a well-known Tango dancer from Buenos Aires. I believe I wrote this when I was taking tango lessons (or shortly after). Here’s him dancing with Ms. Plebs.
Him finding salvation through god always wrankled me. But I’ve never been a religious person, so this should be no surprise.
More hints at Jeremy’s past. Nothing dramatic, but it was interesting to write it in a slow piecing-together like I did.
I find that sometimes writing in a different place has a notable effect on output. Though sometimes I make myself write in different places to make myself flexible.
Don’t remember which library this was. I think it was either the Jones (Amherst) or the Forbes (Northampton) in Massachusetts.
Forbes. I’m thinking it’s the Forbes library. I think those arches are near the reading room.
And I’ve certainly had my share of random conversations with homeless people. Some more, some less, lucid than this one.












