Here lie the captured thoughts, feelings, and memories of a space all its own. A pocket of life both cherished and neglected by all those who glimpse it; a world in itself that never truly rests. This is the essence of a place that is both colorful and washed-out; a collection of forgotten treasures and misunderstood landscapes that many call home. These are the captured moments in time that haunt our minds, and the places that we are never meant to forget.
This is the place I call home.
My neighborhood...Mi barrio.