2015

  • 2015

    My birthday, just another day: 15 de enero de 2015

    Been feeling a bit overwhelmed lately, and I know I could just not feel like that, but easier said than done. Yesterday was my birthday, just another day. I went to the public hospital super early to see about getting…

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    Choripan night: 11 de enero de 2015

    Last night was choripan night in the hostel, and I worked from 4pm to midnight, my first day shift. Well, “day” meaning not after midnight, when I usually work. It was fun to talk to all the people, sell alcohol,…

  • 2015

    North American anxiety: 08 de enero de 2015

    Yesterday I wrote Sawyer a long email about my life right now, and how I don’t want to go back to the states because anxiety and unsureness and uncomfortability (I know it’s not a word but it is now) are…

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    He moves slow and full of care: 05 de mayo de 2015

    I have found someone that touches me right. For this small moment, at least. He moves slow and full of care. Never have I been lost so quickly in that touch sense without thought, without thinking of the next move.…

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    The sound of birds: 03, 12 de julio de 2015

    ☯️03 de julio de 2015 I’ve been wanting to listen to silence for so long now. Its intricate, infinite depth is filled with everything. There is the sound of birds near — a loud, cackling mess of twigs in the…

  • 2015

    What do you do?: 22 de enero de 2015

    A question I would like to ask all young people is “What do you do when you like someone?” What do you do, specifically? Do you ask them a question about their past, or something more surface level first? Or…

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    Acting is fearless exaggeration: 15 junio 2015

    Acting is fearless exaggeration. If you could do it perfectly you’d be a subtle, powerful energy source. I’d feed off you relentlessly, mimicking your faces, searching for sincerity and satire in every emotion. Would we mirror each other? Would we…

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    Why do we always ask why?: 05 junio 2015

    Why? Why do we always ask why, when so often there is clearly no answer? We are forever trapped by our own perspectives. To try to act in any other manner is always this fantastic failed attempt at escaping any…