An afternoon in the life

Arde el asfalto en una ciudad desierta.

Conductores sin cambio.

Y empieza el tour.

Se suceden

Monteagudo,

La Aparecida,

Orihuela,

Arneva,

Bigastro,

San Miguel de las Salinas,

Los Balcones ,

y, finalmente,

Torrevieja.

Pero no la Torrevieja que conoces, no.

Otra masificada y donde las paradas cambian a placer como escaleras en Hogwarts y acabas en el sitio apartadísimo donde comías pipas lejos de ojos curiosos con 14 años.

Al primer paso, bofetón de aroma a salitre caliente.

Familiaridad con Doña Sinforosa, un tal Policarpo...

Calles hechas polvo (sin duda gracias a la excelente gestión del partido gobernante durante décadas en el municipio).

Gumersindo también sigue ahí.

"Pero, ¿cómo puede haber tantas terrazas?"

Bisabuelo (¡bingo!).

"Bargain Books is no more... Lastimica"

Habitación donde se detiene el tiempo.

Copaso de strained pineapple y caldoseo fino en sitio instagrameable.

Vuelta, Super Pops que son retirados.

Cena junto a esa ermita renovada como de Lladró.

Copaso de brebaje novedoso en bareto no tan nuevo.

Paseo por calles mil veces recorridas.

Return to innocence.

Being an eternal underdog

I've known it all along, like the bone under my skin
Like actors in a photograph, like paper in the wind 

There's a hammer by the window
There's a knife on the floor

Like turbines in darkness 
Like the blood on my door

It's a Genera-tor...


When words won't come out, let Dr. Graffin speak.


There's a place where everyone can be happy
It's the most beautiful place in the whole effing world
It's made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo-choo trains 
And the meanest little boys and the most innocent little girls 

And you know I wish that I could go there 
It's a road that I have not found 
And I wish you the best of luck, dear
Drop a card or a letter to my side of town

'Cause there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend
But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and
You... painted my entire world, but
I... Don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled

And I won't forget it 

21

“Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.

Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo... Lee... Ta."

- Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

Harmonica

Because a good (angry) man with opal eyes can, from time to time, become one of the best villains in the History of Film.

Alexithymia

Secure attachment styles vs. Anxious-ambivalent or avoidant attachment styles.

Pick your fave! Gotta catch 'em all?

Attribution Theory

"When I is replaced with we, even illness becomes wellness".

- (Attributed to) Malcolm X