May 31, 2017
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I don´t know what to say. Garbage. This was today. At about 5pm. I had walked for maybe 90 minutes (in Mexico City at some 28C), my legs hurt. My head hurt. My me hurt. Just garbage. Refuse. Leftovers. Trash. Lack-of-meaning. At least. Lack-of-work. Outside-of-work. In the trash. I am the trash looking at itself. Ruining e v e r y t h i n g .
May 24, 2017
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May 17, 2017
- Ausentes Presentes is the story of a rabbit & a kitten… This is my thesis conclusion. - Why this is a political theme? - Maybe this is the heart of politics, the act itself shared every day every day. I see in this a fissure, a failure in the structure of a System.
(Edit: I do not remember writing or posting this)
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