El presente es una ilusión. Tan pronto se observa el evento se genera una representación mental que inmediatamente lo relega al concepto del pasado que, de no ser por la memoria del observador, sería un concepto inocuo. Habrá algunos más dotados de inteligencia o habilidades físicas que pueden reaccionar frente a un acto futuro previsible, […]Read More El presente
I once loved a girl with big brown eyes and a broad smile. Beauty flowed all through her. One night we were driving home, carefully following the river bed in our little French goddess. After a while the silence broke and we talked about how we both loved storms when the rain came to drown […]Read More This was us.
“Anoche otra vez me acosté a dormir, aburrido” – dijo, recordando esa extraña sensación que acompaña a la persona que tiene algo pendiente por hacer. “Puede ser simplemente la percepción que resulta de la inevitable comparación de lo que tengo frente a lo que tienen los demás”- continuó. Sin embargo, algo no resultaba cierto de […]Read More Un café.
In these times of new companies popping up almost every day on Instagram and other social media, with exaggerated claims about luxury, experience, cutting out the middle man, etc. (ex. DW watches), it is refreshing to see a brand with so much history as B.C Rich making a comeback. B.C. Rich was the high-end guitar […]Read More B.C Rich is back!!
I spend a lot of time watching YouTube videos, to the point that I don’t own a TV anymore. Often times, after work, I will have dinner accompanied by whatever video the app has selected for me; keeping me company, feeding me sounds and shapes from around the world that somehow seem intimate, personal, as […]Read More YouTube Treasures
After several days of tediously avoiding spoilers and threatening the members of my whatsapp groups with enthusiastic friends from school and university, I managed to finally see Avengers: End Game. Not once but twice for good measure. I enjoyed the movie and think that it gave a fitting end to a well thought-out saga that […]Read More What is really the end game?
Time, or better perhaps just the notion of it, has been haunting me lately. Still remember the days when I could let it flow (or was it me moving through it?), and evolve. But not anymore as slowly, but steadily, the actual meaning of entropy has become clear to me by revealing ever more non-reversible […]Read More Time. 3:30 at a time.