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.…
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,…
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…
Choripan night: 11 de enero de 2015
Last night was choripan night in the hostel, and I worked from 4pm to midnight, my first day shift. Well, “day” meaning not after midnight, when I usually work. It was fun to talk to all the people, sell alcohol,…
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 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…
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…