As I wend down life’s path, as she places before me her patina of goodies, raw and bear, I am deeply disturbed. But I am only disturbed when I remove myself from the instant, when I detach myself as if in a pathetic attempt to be objective, and analyze what is taking place or has…

Oh what I would not give to stand in the Roman Senate when power was transferred from the noble fathers of the nation to one Pompey; a fantastic transaction involving the world. “Bibulus, therefore, a friend of Cato’s, moved the senate to create Pompey sole consul; for that either he would reestablish the lawful government,…

El problema de vivir en un gran país, grande en el sentido geográfico, es que nada está al alcance. Cualquier salida se convierte en una odisea de horas, toda una novela épica. Me gustaría viajar a una ciudad, dejar de respirar este aire que me mata. La tristeza se vuelve más fuerte en esos días…

Life is a shapeless blob. You have to be a craftsman, an artist – a poet to give this thing shape and form. Only a poet can make sense of life, which, through his art he turns into poetry, i.e., something beautiful all unto itself. Childhood My name is Juan but at one point I…

Hee! I love Björk! Hee hee! I love Telegram. Whenever I listen to it, I feel great. Perhaps to say that it makes me euphoric is not an exaggeration but a truth. It has been the soundtrack to moments of timidity and rage. Ah but those instances of rage have been the best! From the…

January-February. It was to be a culmination of everything that had been building up for the past six or so months. All the artifacts that belong to this period hint at such a belief. The scribbled calendars with each expiring day crossed out were a countdown to my departure, a transformation. Ironically, this conjunction turned…

Before I leave, for already the city lights intoxicate my eyes and dazzle my mind, I must explore myself. The Apollonian command, though thyself, resonates. But I dare ask: how much of myself should I know? It is tantamount to asking: what is good for me to know? Knowledge is evil. We know this. It…

Will I despair? Will I suffer yet another acute melancholy? How righteous! Surely you can stuff yourself with bitter-sweet dark chocolate. Yes, but how salutary is this? Last night I spoke to … er … I spoke to someone. How funny! In these eight years online, I have come to lose all sense of propriety.…

What is death? It is an exile, an extinguishing of the self ad infinitum, perhaps. There is no afterlife, no Heavenly Kingdom where the fortunate to have entered this heavenly paradise offer obeissance ad nauseam. Such is the reward offered by Christianity and Islam to the faithful. In their Holy Scriptures, they masterfully perform piruettes…