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.
Not much to say today, except that I miss my cat. A bit random, I know, but perhaps that’s the nature of a blog, what do I know? Maybe this public statement (public as in the 2 people that will read it!) is a way of trying to convince myself that I’m not as bad […]Read More I miss my cat
Lemmo Demo – a great albumRead More Album review- Lemmo Demo
I would like to break your heart Help turn that beautiful inside, out Make it the profile of your dreams Diffuminate them with filtered colors Watch them all swirl away And then, then we will see that some things…. Some things can only be ignored for so long With skin wrinkled and wrapped around rough […]Read More Hush
Someone said I can’t be free That I should’ve known better It’s been a long time since But the sound still lingers on Putrid, foul, disembodied noise Luficer fell without a fight No way out from the fish bowl Forever an attraction, a freak show Search and you will find Can’t go on without myself, […]Read More The feast
Encerrado, el mundo se reduce a la habitación. Sobre la cama ve sombras jugando al contemplar el vacío anhela cambiar el presente Y hacer del futuro algo suyo Un giro a la derecha y con el tiempo La verdad se contrae a un cubo Que con tenues destellos transporta un suave gemido Distorsionado por un […]Read More Sombras
That’s nowhere close to where I used to be. New beginnings that end old ideas never seen through. So I call on some old friends and put the radio on. It hits me softly (like a wave by the shore that’s just out of reach) that, maybe, it could be true, just maybe, that the […]Read More Moving to somewhere
Up in the night sky there’s a second moon. It’s clear as a star but covered in moss. The kind of world it’s become where the words just rumble on. One thing is for sure: this isn’t the world I came from. One thing is for sure: this wasn’t the world I came for. Climb […]Read More Second moon