Look at my boy, my rotten soldier, my sweet cheese, my good time boi

is There a conscious decision for it? Yes! the old style of house doesn't exist anymore on Mexico City, and by following the rules of meta and visuals you reinforce the thesis: "an impending change and failure of adapting, generational failure, not fitting a box"

The next page is the set up: as Sylvia leaves the tram and walks she encounters a church, in this instance she feels drawn to enter, notice also how it changes from a sunny day to the pressing ambience of candles humidity and darkness, usually comforting but not here

but I also want to take care of the this instance: if I'm. It forcing you to think I'm not doing my job, I don't want you to think "church evil/good!" I want you to give you her perspective ONLY, and I always imagine "what is my reader getting for this? sre they curious?"

This is how she feels, but what do you think? How are you conceiving this scene? Writing for me, is laying questions you don't Have all the answers to, you never will but you can get a perspective, Sylvia, is scared but this is also "just a building" for someone else as we'll see