Random snippets from the black hole of the past: 24 de agosto de 2014
Random snippets from the black hole of the past:
It’s like, what are we all supposed to be doing anyway?
In Viña del Mar, I felt I wanted a small café right on the ocean, cheap and with a certain grungy sand vibe, but I didn’t find it. I know I’ll continue to search for the perfect wave, and this is my downfall.
I can’t imagine having someone and never wanting another. I cannot envisage being completely enamored by another person, another’s meat and bones and mentalidad, more in love with him than I am with myself.
I live here, in this notebook, in any notebook. In anything that will preserve my emotional state, that will help me see inside myself, feel realer than before, figure out what’s truly happening.
I need problems to solve, codes to untangle — the way sentences are formed correctly is a code for me, in Spanish especially. It’s art when I see them built uniquely, surprisingly, and well-put according to grammatical rules. I feel accomplished after the successful deciphering of a difficult concept.
You utilize the magic herb and suddenly your handwriting is more beautiful. You’re faster in your mind. Nine Inch Nails slowly pulls on your memory strings and whispers heavy beats, and you know you’re the chosen one; only you can describe it perfectly, feel it heavily in your chest and transform that feeling into language.
If you do it right your ideas can make sense everywhere. Now you’re spinning, you’re borrowing words, you’re the infinite heavyweight god, slow and smooth and seductive, and you know you’re in the right place at the right time.