These photos are from my last weekend in the state of Oaxaca, around the end of February. My dear friends took us on a two-night hike in the nearby Sierra Norte range. Accompanied by their fox-like dog Lupe, we walked past massive maguey plants (from which mezcal is made) and high altitude trout farms. We… Continue reading sierra norte
i began to drink the solemn song of the universe around age five : lying in bed, as dusk falls into night, i'd hear a bird’s cry of blue quietude - they live in the trees outside. felix was the first to know the name : we were bathing in our young adulthood on a… Continue reading why does the wood pigeon’s sound make so?
Feeling compelled to share my thoughts because I am a thoughts and writing hoarder, and as in most cases of hoarding, it's better to set things free. So for my mama, for my faraway friends, for my secretly shy self: I re-dedicate to my blog and sharing my writing adventures. I got back to Melbourne… Continue reading in any orange sort of mood i’d rather have the blues
From the shimmering and strange summer in one of my favorite places. slow load raw consciousness crunching gravel shifts my walk under the sun cat curls the longest afternoon burns my skin like fresh ink when venus falls, i turn my face to it all mammalian self dissolves in streaming dustlight my towel slips from… Continue reading slow load