Where are you? 22 February 2012
Things: I can’t love anyone. I can’t enjoy physicality, all I want is to not touch anyone, to sleep alone, to sit in the shower and be silent and feel the warmth mixing with my own mind and my secret…
That weird pleasure: 03 de agosto de 2015
What’s with that weird pleasure one finds in doing something she knows she shouldn’t do? Like smoking cigarettes or eating a fuck-ton of carbs? Yesterday was Sunday and everyone and her fucking grandmother and dog and 20 kids came to…
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…
Ideas unfolding like morphing lotuses: 28 de noviembre de 2013
Heavy fog reminds me of the ocean, open space spread like butter into infinity, my eternal introspective fire crackling and sparking, ideas unfolding like morphing lotuses, pulsing with the salted waves and provoking that same excitement, the anticipation of future…
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…
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…
I feel that nostalgia fall always brings: 10 marzo 2014 – 4 abril 2014
The days feel as if they were whizzing past, streaked, blurry greens and grays swirling into the colours of fall. Wrinkled, crackly tan leaves have started appearing everywhere. I feel that nostalgia fall always brings, misting off the tips of…