John Baca

John Baca grew up in a place that only ever barely existed and doesn’t at all anymore. A place where people spent their time digging things up and filling things in, knocking and cutting things down, and putting or propping things up. It was a place where people pushed things and each other around in the dirt and mud, trying to keep things from sinking, dropping, or falling so that they could continue to sink, drop, and fall.

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