I stand by my window, trembling in my clothes, in the streets, a grinning drunkard babbles, and, well, I go along. I know the song he’s singing, yes, I know it from my childhood. The night is long, but it’s never long enough. There is no helping what’s inside. In this twenty-year-long slope– Twenty years […]Read more "“So long, the night”"
I’m a freelance writer: Until a while ago, that meant that, every once in a while, I met someone who happened to be running an online magazine, I talked to them about some odd libertarian theory of mine, and then they paid me an almost symbolic sum, in exchange for the article. We discussed it […]Read more "The little death of the freelance writer"
I wish the velvet had been seductive! And I wish that I had gotten, then, as drunk as I am now. I’m obviously joking! I’m not drunk! I am ignorant of the taste of any drink with an alcoholic graduation higher than secondary school. Oh, well, if I fail to build myself into a funny […]Read more "We went to a pretentious Palermo pool-bar-club thing, and it sucked balls-reeking velvet"
I will delete this, as soon as I return to my character. I’m working on a short story. I’m working on many, actually, but I’m adding the most lines to one in which I didn’t really believe, until a few paragraphs ago. I wouldn’t have laid a single sentence on paper, hadn’t I thought it’d […]Read more "This afternoon, while writing"
I’d like to begin by clarifying that the following chronicle has been revised and approved for publication by the poor woman involved, whose name has been changed. Last week, I took one for the team -which team, I still don’t know-, and had lesbian sex. It was good, but weird. She came. She came in […]Read more "Exclusive: Lesbian sex is oddly paced"
Sobre ser “Ni-Ni”, la meditación, la necesidad de afiliación y otra basura New Age bochornosamente útil. Esta es una transcripción pesadamente editada, de una de esas divagaciones que grabo durante noches de verano febriles, medio ebrio, creyendo que quizás le esté recitando a un futuro tipista, yo mismo, un artículo entero. Si fuese reestructurado, y […]Read more "2017 fue un lastre"
On being a NEET, meditation, esteem and other embarrassingly useful New Age crap. This is a heavily edited transcription of one of those horrid rambles that I record during feverish summer nights, half drunk, hoping that I’m actually reciting to some future typing self of mine, a whole article. If slightly restructured and edited to […]Read more "2017 was a drag"