A gust of window came through my window, carrying the scent of wet road and smog. A typical Mexico City afternoon, wet and cool. I got up to shut it before the heavy rain could drench my room like a monsoon careering through. As I walked closer to the window, a woman dressed in a white gown, heavy black makeup smeared on her eyes, floated to the top of the apartment building across from me. She was radiating the scarce suns rays directly off her greyish and porcelain skin. Floating in mid air through the aura of polluted rain clouds. A...