I started Zoloft again: 12 de noviembre de 2014
I feel like a sage, a master of “letting things be.” I started Zoloft again three days ago and it’s been making me feel like vomiting, just vaguely, under-the-surface-enough so that I don’t actually do it. It also gives me…
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…
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…
Armando la carpa, desarmando la carpa: 16 de marzo de 2015
Sandy Birkenstocks, tea in a thermos, children’s books en español, selling burbujeros to the tourists in the weekend market and on the beach, armando la carpa, desarmando la carpa, esperando en el sol, everything dirty and filled with salt and…
If you talk about the game, you lose the game: 13 de marzo de 2015
If you talk about the game, you lose the game. You expose yourself, your twisty hints, the meaning of any half-smile, your seemingly subtle motives. Maybe it’s best to talk in questions, never directly state your intentions or the reasons…
A guy: 17 de febrero de 2015
So I got a waitressing job last week for the weekend. Friday, Saturday, Sunday. The guy that called to tell me was the guy I handed my resume to: young, dark hair and skin, thick glasses and a broad smile,…
Mi aniversario de un año y un mes en Sudamérica: 19 de enero de 2015
Hoy es mi aniversario de un año y un mes en Sudamérica. La gente acá en el hostel, los viajeros, siempre me preguntan, “¿Por cuánto tiempo te vas a quedar en Córdoba?” Y no tengo ninguna idea de qué debo…
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 feel I am a new being, everything before is only a shadow in the past: 11 de diciembre de 2014
I feel my head full of tension, a stress reaction to the paratoxicity that is the only form of marijuana that is cheap-ish and usually available. Paraguayo, no flores. Hay que cortarlo como si fuera una barra de pan. I…