Monthly Archives: February 2015

Q. A soft spot, somewhere. She found it, but I didn’t notice.                                                          She started pushing and piercing, day after day. When the hole was big enough, she put her ravenous finger inside.                                                                                                              Little by little she took everything, compromising the … Continue reading →

G. We should cross the street. Eat something. Are we an easy prey for ghosts? Do you think we could get eaten by them?                              I mean, eaten from the inside. I do believe we have rooms for ghosts. We let … Continue reading →

C. “The greater part of our happiness or misery depends upon our dispositions, and not upon our circumstances.”                                                                                                                           Hey Yvonne, do  you think Martha was right?

D. Yes, I used to draw self-portraits…In the beginning it was just an assignment our life drawing teacher gave us, then it became an exercise for myself. It wasn’t even narcissistic…I didn’t share it…you know, it was the pre-Internet era.                                          … Continue reading →

T. While talking about fuck buddies, he kept using the word proxemics.                                        I thought it coupled very well with the gushing fountain.