Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read to the end just to find out who killed the cook. Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark, in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication. Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot, the one you beat to the […]
Por el cariño recibido I Para Goizane Vendimos la casa lo primero que hicieron talar el sauce que daba sombra cuando era niño el sauce durante años regado con la melancolía susurrada por mi abuela II Para Amaia El juguete yace cubierto de niebla pobre […]
Mary HK Choi escribe sobre su experiencia en Blue Light Floatation: The cool part is right when you’re worried and annoyed that your thoughts are conveyer-belting only the most inane non-helpful stuff, you get pissy at how loud everything is because your heartbeat becomes deafening. And that’s good! Look, I know there is no right […]