When it’s all said and done, the doors and windows have closed and the bridges are burnt down to ashes, what can you say? What words can convey the storm raging inside, as the life you built falls to pieces before your eyes? And, logistic wise, how the fuck can you tell everyone “We broke…
Read moreSkies are raging tonight. There’s a thunderstorm; outside on the streets of Copenhagen and within me. Loud rain, loud pain. We couldn’t make it past this morning. Summer’s over, and so are us.
Read moreI don’t give a fuck. I mean, I don’t just give one, meaningless fuck. I give many, way too many fucks. It feels me with anger and frustration. All I see are these dark, blurry images and words that come to my mind and blind me from the world. Ironically, I know things will change…
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It’s not been easy. I sank myself into a hard life of loneliness, filling void with emptiness. I dug and walked down the deep hell of alcoholism, random sex and self-destruction. But I managed to get out alive. Partly. And, three years in and out, I have finally been able to deliver not a book,…
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It was heartbreaking to be there. “The walls are closing in. I’m completely alone in this house, all the time,” my grandma said; her brown indigenous skin turned light for the lack of sun. It was my annual visit to Santiago de Chile, and I was back to her place. And in my wondering, gloomy…
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