The spider monkey: 01 de junio de 2015
I’m thinking about how he breathes out of his mouth when he’s relaxed. How when there’s wifi he disappears into his phone. How his long legs and arms and sometimes-slouch give him the exotic look of a spider monkey, ambling…
This high is heavy like the droopy gray sky of my early Tuesday morning: 09 de junio de 2015
This high is heavy like the droopy gray sky of my early Tuesday morning. The sound of the shower stirred me awake at seven, the sky a vast darkness, lightening from navy into a militant, ashy gray. I turned on…
The way he walks: 12 de mayo de 2015
We walked around the city last night after smoking paraguayo, which still had an earthy, thick smell of real marihuana, and the whole time all I could think about was the way he walks and what it says about his…
People that want to take charge and direct the conversation: 25 de abril de 2014
People that are poised and alert, waiting for the moment they can turn the conversation towards themselves, always ready to share their perspective. People that want to take charge and direct the conversation through the route they desire, instead of…
LCD Soundsystem and a patio full of chattering Argentinians: 02 de mayo de 2015
LCD Soundsystem and a patio full of chattering Argentinians, they crack each other up. If you don’t let everything spill out, you won’t be able to sift the gold from the shit, you won’t find art if you haven’t seen…
It’s like I’ve been gone for so long in an unhappier, less calm self: 20 de abril de 2015
It’s like I’ve been gone for so long in an unhappier, less calm self, a self more rigid with uncertainty. He necesitado hacer esto por tanto tiempo. Everything’s flushed down the toilet, there’s sparkles in mine eyes. I feel real…
Everyone is serious: 08 de abril de 2015
Everyone is serious, models on a catwalk terrified of tripping. My eyes are so dry it’s hard to make calm, consistent eye contact, and I stutter and trip over my words, squinty-eyed with contact lenses and a nervous smile. Antes…
The smell of palo santo: 06 de abril de 2015
There was shoulder-length curly hair and amber smiley eyes, the smell of palo santo, a symbol tattooed on the shoulder, a pierced lip, a smooth laugh, nervous energy, and there I have fallen. A million future memories blur the present…
Hitchhiking: 25 de marzo de 2015
Hitchhiking is frustrating when you’re limited on time, when you’ve got to work at midnight and it’s already five-ish and you’ve got a nine hour drive ahead of you. That means you’re already two hours late, and no one wants…
We’re sitting at a gas station outside of Salta: 24 de marzo de 2015
Now we’re sitting at a gas station outside of Salta in the unnatural glare of white light that floods the area where cars pump gas. Tanks are refilled with that toxic liquid fueling the metal mechanism our wild intelligence created.…