Fragments of Wakefulness II
You’re right, absolutely right, this is said about so many things, but if you really, and I mean really, think about it, then this, this must be humankind’s very first technology. That’s what I was thinking. I cupped my hands underneath the bathroom...
Fragments of Wakefulness I
20 days. It had already been twenty days. Twenty days in Medellín. Twenty days surrounded by the fungus-covered lime green walls of my private room at the back of the Black Sheep hostel. Twenty days of backpackers shuffling in, shuffling out, flirting,...Jamaica
It was the half hour sliver of clock that is neither day nor darkness. But nobody realized. Not the prostitutes nor the cocktail waitresses nor my taxi driver, cheerfully escorting one more stranger back to the airport, back to where he came from. “Where do you...Building Something Out of Nothing, But What?
The blue of the Las Vegas sky and the force of its sun never change throughout the day. It could be 8 a.m. or 6 p.m. Either way it’s bright and hot as hell. The lego-like horizon of the strip stares over the rest of the city in a stupor of superiority, full of...Lovers and Cities
“San Francisco is like the lover of my dreams,” begins my sister, about to stick an oversized, oozing portion of panqueque con dulce de leche into her mouth, “but the relationship, for whatever reason, just doesn’t work out … you know...Latest Photos
