Due to popular demand, and command, this experiment will now be haltingly resumed. Actually, it is no longer an experiment. It's a record of magical thinking. As seen in Joan Didion.* Da Book is finished, the last chap…

(and/for) Dreamy.] I love words, and what they make me make, and what they make me do, I do, it is the oldest love I have, ever since Dad's favourite game with his first born was that of synonyms, antonyms, homonyms an…

A nameless village town in an idyllic spot on the coast of Asturias dedicated one of its very few public corners to the statue of a lady of questionable mores, the decorum of whose love life once also included, thrown in…

"it's about the funeral convoy that was hit by a truck and six people died but then the corpse was alive and around the same time my halo fell and hit itself on the marble that replaced the cobble stone and got chippe…

Last night, my grandmother lived in Mechelen, which for some reason was set on very high hills and surrounded by lakes in which old people bathed naked, and Blanca had finally stopped loving me, even though dogs are neve…