euclase me

experimenting with not recording what happens (it's a relief)

when i get the itch i will start again

until then,

clare

biggest sur

i started a diary (a written-down one). on the entry about big sur i talk about drinking beer in a cabin and going swimming in my underwear. doing backstroke and watching the sky with no sound like black velvet surrounding.

3 years of reggie

so happy. don't know what i did to deserve unconditional love, but it's here, and it's a garden that goes on for ever and ever.

"agua que no has de beber, déjala correr"

bodies

I look at her and see remnants of my own.