It’s hard to leave a warm place In the midst of the winter During an existential crisis In the lonely days and nights of a land you don’t belong. It’s sad to leave a warm place The promise of significance Unfulfilled Wrinkled up and wet sheets The scent of the lover fading From an unmade…
Read moreSin pantalones
Imagina la escena: un tipo flaco, de barba y pelo oscuro, sentado en un gran sofá rojo. Son las seis de la noche, afuera la temperatura es casi cero y la noche cayó hace un rato. Teclea y teclea en su computador palabras sin mucho sentido, tratando de sacar algo en limpio. Intentando cumplir la…
Read moreThe loss
I had another shitty, wasted night. Pierced through my savings and invested time and energy in a void of sexual frustration, female rejection, bad music, second hand cigarette smoke and unmet expectations. One of those fucking Friday nights in the city. I thought about sitting down this morning and write the details of last night’s…
Read more11/11 11:11
I have this thing, a little quirk or harmless symptom of my undiagnosed OCD. Every time I see 11:11 in my computer or phone clock, I stop for that whole minute and say a prayer. My spirituality is not deep at all, so my prayers consist basically in whatever I want at that moment. “Oh,…
Read moreThe Decadence Chronicle. Episode 37: Peace
“I love life. It’s so beautiful,” Marie wrote, after sending me this amazing skyline picture of LA. “Life?” I asked, walking towards the train station in the cold. Happy to be off work. “Yes. I feel so at peace.” “I’m glad,” I wrote, “I felt like that with you. It’s very nice.” I felt pathetic…
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