Blood, Björk, and Brainwashing: 25 May 2012
Cooling down in Café Nero, it’s hot hot hot! I had a massive headache and needed coffee. Today I bought three books at a cheap bookshop and over-the-knee, black, opaque socks because I am getting blisters on my feet from…
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…
We have to get a little bit crazy: 04 de febrero de 2015
We have to get a little bit crazy. It’s the only way to get into each other’s heads. ¿Estoy alucinando? Sí, sí. Sólo quiero estar tan volada hasta el punto de alucinación. Y hablar con otras personas que son tan…
Fernet and cola under the stars: 04 de enero de 2015
The start of my new year was kind of una mierda. New Year’s Eve we had the hostel to ourselves: Kate, who I played soccer with in college, chiquita, blonde hair, blue eyes, and the most beautiful clear skin, as…
I am skilled at listening, adjusting, adapting: 29 de diciembre de 2014
I feel like people just want to tell me everything. I am skilled at listening, adjusting, adapting, dancing around in their world until we’re chasing each other and I can’t stop the stream of questions funneling out of my mouth…
I feel like such an alien: 27 de diciembre de 2014
I feel like such an alien. I miss Raúl, but I’m mad at him for being so weirdly judgmental in a way. I don’t know where he is or what he’s doing. He has to be with Ximena, who I…
He comes to visit me at five in the morning: 26 de diciembre de 2014
He comes to visit me at five in the morning, he sits on the couch and I lay with my head in his lap, his fingers tracing lines, searching. We are silent, and it feels so nice to have someone…
I feel so magic: 13 de diciembre de 2014
I feel so new, I feel so magic, so feather-like floaty hair and pixelated pinpointed pulseras, colours in every texture. Ink on skin, plastic camera whimsical vibrations, a ring on every finger, long nails, eating a bulbous, shiny apple, reds…
Vendiendo burbujeros en la feria: 21 de diciembre de 2014
We are selling burbujeros – giant bubble-making wands – at the feria in Parque Las Heras. You don’t have to pay to enter, or get permission from the municipalidad. Just find an open space that isn’t inhabited by other people…
I find myself missing him less and less: 13 de noviembre de 2013
As the days without him go on I find myself missing him less and less, thinking about him less and less. We went to a coffee shop the other day to do homework and he ended up leaving and walking…