There would be no formal goodbye between Leo and I but rather a conveyed look of longing, reminiscent of some bygone era. Before disappearing down a long and marble corridor, he gave a final and gentle squeeze to my fingers before releasing them and leaving, a gentle touch as if to convey one parting word — remember.Haunting Patagonia, A Novel of Passages & Echos
“The original outline for my midlife crisis was to take a break from a defunct business model and escape into a predictable job at a museum. The intriguing portion of my midlife crisis was to arrive in Argentina and chat it up with a handsome paleontologist while getting a predictable job done. Sitting dumbstruck, in a darkened library, after reading a stack of sultry love letters wasn’t part of any script, but I liked intrigue.”Haunting Patagonia, A Novel of Passages & Echos
At first, the Museo reminded me of an American community college plopped along the outskirts of an American suburb in what used to be a fertile American cornfield. This institution was large, but upon closer examination, it lacked the expanse I was expecting. As Ernesto drove toward the building, I noted the difference between my expectations and reality — the mountainous backdrop in the distance.Haunting Patagonia, A Novel of Passages & Echos
I’m so very sad.