i can't believe everything.
or
anything.
i dont love you but i live with the idea of you. you're the best idea i've ever had.
(so much is supposed to happen in these next four weeks. and then what? i am stuffing my brain with physics of sound waves & formations. do you prefer vowels or consonants? i can tell you everything about them. SIETE repuestas. y qué?)
the first and final year in this apartment. packing up my things i feel an emotion for the first time in a long time. living and moving with strangers. clean sheets and clean thinks. in the end i can tell myself- i did grow in this apartment. early 2014, language melts in my head. i feel one less heavy. but i cant feel the world vibrate anymore. that's how i exist.
"at each moment we begin again, as ripe for a low blow as we were the moment before."