cimorene

everything's brown and white, the sky the same color as the snow, only the few dead leaves clinging to the tree branches are almost golden in comparison (though they're definitely dead and 'brown' now). the ground slopes into a deep depression and slithers back out of it; it's covered with dense brush, the trees interwoven with braided vines, all as brown and dead as the trees themselves.the light falling on the paper in front of the window looks red by comparison to the stark silver of the sky.

nationalism is not quite as fascinating as this movement, 'negrismo,' which mixes nationalism with an abiding interest in black people, mulattos, african culture--and *cuban* culture, which is very africanized and above all mulatto itself.

ugly bastard, though. ::chews idly on a fingernail::