Engines

Consumed by consumerism, starving to death while drinking your last Coke. The world is going to the gutter and we celebrate it like there is no tomorrow. For there’s none. Zero. ¿Comprendes? Enter the end of the day. Listen to some generic, watered down folk indie songs on Spotify, as you hide from the sun…

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A someone

Woke up exhausted, the summer sun piercing trough my thin curtains in the early morning. Sunday. Another day in the excruciating anxiety-packed life of The Writer. Fun. Fun. Fun. I can’t complain about loneliness or these creeping feelings of abandonment. They all left me, yes. Though in hindsight, most of them could have been more…

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El parque

Me he tomado el Lunes libre, hastiado de un trabajo que no pensé seguiría haciendo a mis 35. El sol brilla sobre Copenhague, 22 grados quizás. O 23, sin viento. Si mi ánimo se guiara por la temperatura, quizás esta ansiedad que me carcome no me perseguiría por todos lados. Quizás. Si siguiera viviendo en…

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Asses and shit

I look out the window and I see a middle-aged man wiping his little dog’s ass, as it looks back at him, probably wondering how pathetic human life is. My dad has a take on that: “A man has to stomach a lot of shit before kicking the bucket.” He also wipes his dogs’ asses,…

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The comeback

And it stopped, just like that. The words didn’t flow anymore and the blog became silent. My head wasn’t quiet, though. Nor my dick was inactive. Those last days in Chile weren’t shy on the wet and warm visits of a female companion, as my stay back home was coming to an end and the…

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