Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Friday, June 25, 2010

let's make a joke out of it.
and keep on going. what else can we do?

Monday, June 21, 2010


i been getting these insane little headaches. they start at the front of head and slowly fade away.
my right hands goes suddenly numb too.

Saturday, June 12, 2010


it is a rainy day in this salty city. (home i suppose.)
waking up in my own bed this morning has never felt so bizarre. it is hard to assimilate the fact that i am back to the routine.

extracts from an unkept travel journal:

sweaty palms.
a rush of blood.
an uneasy stomach.
men in suit. they seem to be already familiar with this routine. i feel like a foreigner.
May 12, 2010

leaving Barcelona, heading towards London.
i don't mind grey skies and rainy days.
i stretch. take off my shoes. making myself comfortable. killing time.
collective transportation: the hundreds of us, defying gravity and heading to the same destination.
May 19, 2010

here i am. 23 years old. laying in a bunk bed. earl's court, London. the rest are fast asleep. it is a friday night and i would love to be in some pub getting wasted. but so much walking has drained me.
i want to fully experience this world. but not in this quick-speedy way. but with the calmness one acquires when knowing that it will be there tomorrow. that there is no need to hurry.
ridding a train to paris.
ridding trains: a collective movement. the invisible connection among us. a bit of communal frustration (vandalism). the shared experience of movement. and then dispersing. a diaspora.
my friends sleep. mouths slightly open. rhythmic breathing. inhale. exhale. the landscape roles in hues of greens and cloudless skies.
lolita remains unopened.
May 22, 2010

sun bathing.
long walks.
a boy with an easy smile.
historic monuments.
a view.
current location: a bench situated in that park behind Sacre Coeur. Alex seems impatient waiting for me to finish writing. his fingers dance. twitch.
there's a slight breeze and singing birds.
May 24, 2010

last night in short-unclear text:
sitting down.
jumping fences.
public intoxication.
the Seine.
parisian rats.
a boy with an easy smile.
May 25, 2010

it's been raining for 2 days and we are leaving tomorrow.
May 27, 2010

the unexpected spark.
May 29, 2010

and then my sporadic writing stopped.