Tuesday, January 20, 2015. Catching up on old film. Monday, October 20, 2014.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011. Something went missing for a few years. I wanted it all, material and life - and got most. I paraded and I snubbed and I sniggered, intoxicated. A tray, a high ball or ten and a few stemwares with much needed elixirs of my then existence. My poison envenomed me, a murderous, near sepulchral affair. Tuesday, December 21, 2010.

Thoughts, views, contemplations, sheer nothingness, insights, experience - nothing short of uselessness. Tuesday, April 3, 2018. Me back in 11th grade. My final five years of high school were spent in that very school. And let me set the record straight - I was still an average student in all my subjects, except maybe in the language department. While studies put me at average, I had a wonderful rapport with the teachers, and was quite cooperative be it on their Bruce Banner or Hulk side.

A collection of ideas on border imaginaries. El sentido de la nostalgia. Perder a mi padre en un accidente que sufrió a bordo de su motocicleta cuando se desplazaba por una carretea del norte de California, exactamente el día del quinto aniversario de la muerte de Denise, su compañera de vida por mas de tres décadas y una segunda madre para mi, es obviamente doloroso y por qué no? Y que dice mi padre sobre la nostalgia? .

Elle rêve les yeux ouverts.