• 2015

    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…

  • 2015

    I wanted to go to El Buen Dios: 05 de marzo de 2015

    I realized I never talked about that night last week at my guy friend’s apartment, when I wanted to go to El Buen Dios, because I’ve been there twice and I don’t remember anything from either time (thanks alcohol), but…

  • 2015

    Otra lista de vibras: 10 de febrero de 2015

    Other people’s wrong assumptions, the silence boredom brings, vibes of safety and security sprouting from my mother’s written words, tobacco in a soggy pouch under my upper lip, cool air after the rain, water collected in the ashtrays on the…

  • 2015

    Jesús María: 21 de enero de 2015

    I keep putting off writing about the other night when we went to Jesús María, where there is a rodeo or something but we never went to it. Instead we bought cheap sangria in this huge night street market and…

  • 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…