A regression into the comfortable contempt for the digitization of my thoughts has led to a neglect for this site which I am now adequately warmed up to overcome, at least for another moment or two. Although I have all but forgotten of the site, my journal remained close to my heart and even closer to […]
Tag: Writing
A Malicious Beach
What a sinister, devious thing a beach is! I have no alternative but to trust these eyes that suggest the ocean is producing innumerable silhouettes, humanoid shadows playing in the place of their corporeal counterparts. Were I not here myself to know what this sand is capable of; to know what a voracious and insatiable […]
The Martyrdom of a Clown: Corazon de Vaca
How easy it is to be productive when there are no distractions to entice one into idleness of mind. With little to occupy one in a new environment, it becomes a simple matter to do what one must; to become what one is. It is as a reset switch that is clutched and drawn to […]
The Idealist’s Cross
A man asked me to cup my hands and I obliged. He dropped a handful of coca leaves into them and told me to be careful since it is good luck to make sure that none of the leaves fall. He explained to me that the petiole needs to be cut off and discarded before […]
On Skiing Without Snow
The neglect of sleep never fails to appear feasible until the following afternoon when the body begins to sputter and lag to reveal the falsity of that feasibility. This is accompanied by any number of individual symptoms that differ from mind to mind and day to day—mine is a squatting pang behind my right eye […]
Last Movement
There come moments when a man questions the integrity of his senses for a certain incongruence that cannot be otherwise understood unless the senses are at least momentarily interrogated. I sit in a restaurant that’s all but empty despite the talented yet evidently humble aged man on the piano—if I had not come across one […]
Keep a Coin, Give an Example
I cannot think of an author, a man, more insightful and better suited to serve as a travel companion than Thoreau. Just yesterday—as it has happened innumerably in the past—I succumbed to the pressure cast on me by those who present themselves as poor by giving them what was in my pocket at the time. […]
Love, Flamenco, and a Moral Dilemma
How is it that only now, I have come to notice how the sun flickers as if in desperation to draw one’s eyes, in the final moments before it sets? The natural beauty of a mountain engulfing the sun as its rays cling to the ocean and produce a variegated scream that may be heard […]
The Artist
The artist finds inspiration in art, regardless of form, for to perceive it is to find justification in resuming along that path of creation. The work harbors an aspect of its creator and for so long as it remains, the artist responsible resounds, thus he reaps the fruits he toiled for in giving himself entirely […]
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