a tacit war unfolds within the confines of mexican society, yet its ripples extend throughout latin america— perceptible yet unseen. as if those who have died, devoid of a political narrative or terminology to bind them to a liberatory movement, serve as mere cogs in the machinery of a visible world—a world where conflicts resonate with greater clarity.

yet, there exists a conflict of lesser intensity, one that operates beneath the surface, stealthy and relentless, where victimization eludes the nets of discourse. this conflict dwells in its own realm, shrouded in a spectral frequency that suggests it belongs not to our present, but to a past or to a future that might one day articulate the suffering we currently refuse to acknowledge. in the face of such an elusive adversary, denial becomes the path of least resistance. the systemic waste of life continues, surpassing other armed crises in scale, yet it is met with a chilling absence of outrage.