WELL-BEING

VIOLENT DREAMS

Her paranoia woke up every time just before her, to make sure fear appeared intrinsic to her days. Like a ghost dragging a dusty cape, it would follow her every second so she’d be reminded of its existence. It would sweep along the untold words that, curled up, would clog her brain at night. Everyone…

SALTY BLOOD

November 2016 I opened my car’s trunk to pack the backpack, in which I kept the oxygen bottle, and found my surfing wetsuit. I stood there, paralyzed, staring at him, as if I had ran into an old friend I hadn’t seen in years, and with whom I wanted to remember moments lived before, in…

LIFE & I

We have always gotten along well. We never fought over toys, I never screamed at Her because I was hungry, I never cried on Her shoulder because I scratched my knee, and never have I asked Her to be marked with a full stop, as I have always been a woman of commas. And there…

LIVING BEING

A living being is complex. It requires molecules, atoms, particles, and an invisible immensity of lines and in-between lines, which pass unnoticed to the naked eye. Functioning doesn’t require ingenuity, until there’s a short circuit. Turning the winch doesn’t harden the muscle, until it makes it hurt. Breathing is easy, until it isn’t. The disease…

ON THE VIRTUES OF FIGHTING

Imagine, just for a second, what would happen if life, as you’ve been living it up to this point, completely stopped in its tracks. I don’t mean it in the sense that you’ve hit a dead-end or that you need to take a moment to catch your breath. The road’s still quite visibly in front…