Proof of existence!

Streets named after assassinated Aztec emperors inspire a sense of doom for a once-collapsed society, and the exposed electrical wires hanging from the buildings seem to agree.

It started at a tailgate; two friends, buzzed under the Texan heat dome, and a conversation about starting a business together. It would take almost a decade for the aromas of their Napoletano flan and pork-fat tortillas to imbue local markets with the familiar-to-many scent of home cooked food, their business realized.

“The hallmark of the modern mind is that it loves to wander from its subject.” This fatal flaw of “wandering,” the human desire to play hide and seek with our own ideas, is not one of fiction.

French chanson plays inside a Presbyterian church as the guests take their time to fill up one of the rooms. They are here to see Austin City Theatre’s production of “No Exit” by Jean-Paul Sartre, an existential play first performed in 1944 Paris and originally translated by Paul Bowles.

Truth, deep-seated within each one of us, finds its own way of expressing itself. For the late Austin artist and musician Daniel Johnston, it manifested through personified ideas in his imaginary – and perhaps very real – scattered world.