I wonder if you are the clockmaker: 24 October 2011
I need this journal. I need my own words breathless and sparked and nonsensical and hurtful and published and worrisome and anxious and the death urges. My anemic emotional handwriting that may not be my own, alone. No right, no…
Compré 40 pesos de ese paraguayo rico del artesano sucio: 04 de junio de 2015
Compré 40 pesos de ese paraguayo rico del artesano sucio, y fumé taaaanto en el lugar secreto mientras leía un libro gigante llena de las aventuras de Marco Polo. Cuando bajé la escalera y entré en el comedor, me preguntó,…
Your opinions and judgments of others are projections of yourself: 12, 15 de octubre de 2013
☯️12 octubre 2013: Notes Your opinions and judgments of others are projections of yourself, your own disastrous mixture of emotion and intellect. There are people that need you, that think you’re brilliant and irreplaceable. Make something for someone else, write…
Inhale my waves: 26 de mayo de 2013
Today is super baked and residual hiiighs and tiny writing. Poppyseed muffins, French, drawings, the collective as more than the sum of the parts. Antique pearly jewelry, found objects, scratchy pen scrawl, USE YOUR WORDS, use your worlds, inhale my…
Pigeons swim in trash piles in Montevideo: 10 de enero de 2014
A man walking down the street carries a birdcage with a green parrot inside. Pigeons swim in trash piles. I step outside, turn to close the door, and they hop and chirrup. Dirty papers rustle in the wind. Here there…
¡Todo es energía!: 5 de octubre de 2015
¡Todo es energía! Gracias a (Hare) Krishna por: Candles, low lights; I choose it all, therefore it’s a projection of me. Every image on the walls is a tiny shimmer of my reflection. There are infinite images, and my attention…