Longeva

Mexico is known beyond its riches: for its poverty. You can see people begging, or on the ground, hoping for a compassionate soul to help them fill another day.

It is there on the ground where you can find her: an elderly woman, with a sad gaze, with the wind in her gray hair, abandoned by society; she will be there thinking, “How did I end up like this?” Time does not pass for her, but is time hers or is it above her? Perhaps tomorrow she will no longer be there, or maybe she will remain there until the end of her days.