August 23, 2023 at 9:58 AM
Caught an insect yesterday, quite similar to a mantis in form and color, with great crystal wings. It would comb its antennae like a girl wringing and brushing her hair with long, delicate gestures.
The older I grow, the more respect I lose for people I once admired, particularly artists. We seek guidance when we’re young, but as we age our values become more cemented. We forge our own unique selves through experience, and what is important remains with us, while the unimportant
Politics of wasteland.
Imagination comes from the Latin word imago (image): the greatest writers make of scribbles on the page the projection of a living dream. Literature is an artificial dream, a flow of images flying before our minds, deconstructed after writing, reconstructed uniquely by a reader’s own lived experience. The finest
El arte y el olvido