I don’t remember the first time I went downtown. I think it's always been there, waiting for me.

Anoche tuve una pesadilla

We traverse the night of downtown Asunción—a historic refuge for local dissidence—from the safety of a vehicle. A silent, solitary, ominous experience. Darkness hounds us, the air is thick with privilege, and there is an unshakable sense that the best of times have long since passed.