Jenny and her spiritual talk. She was always searching for meaning in everything, especially when it came to animals and nature. She got her information from these cards she bought at a new-age store in Toombul. It was run by an old woman with dreadlocks, had rows upon rows of crystals and the whole place smelled of incense.

If she came up with a six-foot tall white man, Manmie would officially flip her shit and later tell Daddy and Matante, “Vonnie, sans announce, bring a white man to my house.”

In many ways, even in 2012, life here was the same as it was fifty years ago: a patchwork of citizens—from farmers and business people to college students—going about their days as any other, separate and unequal.

Looney had told all the kids in the neighborhood that Granny was organizing an event at the recreation center in the Jordan Downs Projects. Most older kids couldn’t risk attending due to gang affiliation, but Sienna wore neutral colors and had a good time.

James Everett Stanley (b. 1975, Waltham, MA) lives and works in Wellfleet, MA — he received a MFA from Columbia University and is an alumnus of the Skowhegan School of Painting and Sculpture. He is an Assistant Professor of Painting at the Massachusetts College of Art and Design. His work is part of the permanent collection of The Studio Museum in Harlem.

Palacio told me this morning that microplastics were found in human breast milk. Bet that mierdas in my brain too.