My much-needed 3 week holiday came to an end, and I enjoyed the last rays of sun on my skin. My bare naked back, pressed against the living room window; and my eyes, staring blankly into the tv screen. “Back to reality. Fuck.” I head to the train station to put money on my commuter…
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Don’t you get the feeling, sometimes, that life is a series of cycles that one is meant to repeat? Places, moods, actions, people, fuckups. All this, an endless pattern of do and redo, make and break, ad infinitum. Some of these processes are less tangible than others. And some are obvious. Too obvious. Like in…
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I hate Chile. The people, the culture, the abysmal socioeconomic differences, the sexism, the racism, the homophobia, the smog, the corruption, the filth, the consumerism, and plenty more. I fucking hate Chile and Chileans, in general. Yes, I am self-racist. I hate my kind and, in a way, that makes me hate myself a little….
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I got to the corner of Moneda and Brasil and I almost cried. I could see the entrance of my old building from there. Moneda 2155, where I lived for almost 7 years. Slightly drunk and tired, still it hit me. A revelation preceded by the feeling that was lost in me. I have been…
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It was 1 in the morning. September 11th was finally over and Monday was going to rise. I walked back home, rushing in the empty streets of Providencia. It was cold. I was frustrated. I had just spent 4 hours on another failed Tinder date. The only difference this time was that she was Chilean…
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