“When I read a story in the back of the newspaper about a young man who had
wandered across the U.S./Mexico border, I became curious about what his
experience must have been like. I imagined how he might wander through his
mind, talking to no one in particular, remembering his town, his mother,
and the things he heard and saw along the way—how he kept repeating that he
was ‘walking in bad circles,’ as if any of us walk a linear, knowable
journey.“
