Death finds an author writing about his life,” 1827. (Lithograph by Edward Hull via The Wellcome Collection). Seen here. The introvert is sitting again in bed with his laptop. He's a breathing cliché in some respects: jobless, wants to be a writer, doesn't really like going out of the apartment unless inevitably, and currently rethinks …
Sigue leyendo An introvert’s journey out and into the Void (micro essay) (thought)
The severed limbshakes aloneand the biggest fragmentproceeds to the singing.Brushstrokesof purple smokedepart from the pointy fingersonly to land softly,like notes being sucked backinto the metal strings.And the myriad particles,with all their lives,and all their tears,reignite the screamsof matter and lawsand constitute the powerof radiant sunbeams.The extirpation of the foreign bodiesis always a painful decisionand a …
In my job I run a lot into the concept of identity. Of course, every person will have his own concept of what it is made of. But, as I have been finding recently –within myself and sometimes in the attitude of the others–, most of the values and mechanisms we humans are built with …
CarelessReckless obscenities that dress themselves with glittering clothesPoison in bottles of licquor, of sweet vanilla, coconut and pineappleThe teeth that bites softest, that makes you ask for another pieceto be ripped from your neck, from your shouldersThe deadly comfort zonewhere dreams die under motionless hammerswhere people grow downwardslike treeslike coffins that explore the soil.The wildfires …
Trying to find yet another combination of words that hasn't been used ever before. Even though I know it's very probable such an intention will fail, I keep on trying. Because when I get the exact combination to describe the atmospheres, the lights and shadows, the feelings and cryings of the soul I know I'll …
Antifilosofía Draconiana 