Recovered reference: Mexico City, date disputed
Citizens of the tent, not all clowns kept to American soil. One in particular slipped south, carving a life among music, mercados, and concrete. He is remembered in whispers as El Eco—some say because he turned every sound into another sound, others say because he could never escape the echo of his own painted mouth.
This lone image surfaced in a stack of photocopied flyers for a Mexico City rave. The story goes he was only a DJ, nothing more. But the paint betrays the truth. Why was he there? Was he sent? Or did the troupe lose him to the chaos of a city built on light, shadow, and color?
The answers remain missing. But the face remains proof: another clown once took breath.
— Bellamy Veil
Town Crier, Keeper of Reports, Denier of All Involvement
