Rising, the volcano ashes, the sea levels, the fog in a dreaded morning walk. I can smell each of the season’s stereotypes. The public’s chatter in the stores, the back and forth of the clerks, the tapping of the cards in the POS.Memory is a spy dressed in black, walking a la pointe becoming undistinguishable…
I upset the emotional body and destroy democracy. It all burns an eternal flame. I am seduced by the Dunes that have kissed my neck and hair from morning to dawn. Large still paintings adorning a Hamlet flash memories of women souls whose frames I see randomly walking past me. I saw one of them…
¿Para qué vivir tanto? Me atrapó un edadismo que solo aplica a mi. Ya tengo 26, me cuesta mucho arrastrar el peso de mis pensamientos y el clima erratico de mis emociones. Vivir 20 años más de lo mismo suena horroroso en las condiciones actuales. No puedo alejarme del querer sufrir alguna tragedia rapida y…