Everything is provisional.
SEPT 2023 - MARCH 2024
Random notes
Experiences compose memories and memories play a resonating archive.
Void squatter
We keep looking for safe places
Beauty is a shelter
A person is a shelter
I’ve cooked soup for the ill
I bought it
Dónde hay vacío hay deseo? El vacío se define por el espacio que ocupa y desocupa.
No caemos de arriba abajo; somos atraídos de fuera hacia dentro. La Tierra nos succiona. No hay caída, hay succión.
I thought I was ready to leave
but
I didn’t get ready to let go
New stories will expand, reach a moment of glory and then collapse.
Who is ready? Am I ready?
A strength is to show vulnerability
Nothing exploded
Sufism
Catalan anarco-feminism
Kabbalah
Rojava
JANUARY 2024
Felicidad es sentir muchas cosas distintas al mismo tiempo: tristeza, nostalgia, seguridad, ilusión. Porque el hecho de sentirlas al mismo tiempo significa que nos permitimos hacerlo. A menudo avanzamos bloqueando pasados, dejándolos atrás, pero las memorias impregnan nuestro ser y es importante rellamarlas y pensarlas mientras la vida continua, tenerlas presentes en el presente. Así somos ricos y complejos.
2x0=0
2x1=2
2x2=4
2x3=6
2x4=8
2x5=10=1
2x6=12=3
2x7=14=5
2x8=16=7
2x9=18=9
OCTOBER 2023
Black Fires
A fire that has already burned but keeps burning.
AUGUST 2023
Camino de Santiago with my dad. 2nd day and his 76 bday
- Estem fins al gorro. De caminar.
I ara ens falta només que seguir.
Seguir fins arribar a l’Everest!
Escriu tu que ets poeta!
- Jo soc poeta?
- Home, tens més història que jo!
SEPTEMBER 2022
Rocks only dance when they are falling
WITH ZITO TSENG
Zito and I hicked Carros de Foc in September 2022
and had a near-to-death experience with unstable rocks we didn’t pay attention to
so we decided to become rocks.
ZITO’S TEXT (TRANSLATED)
Losing control, falling down, in between sliding and floating.
Fear expanded infinitely within a moment.
Staring at the stones falling around me, I also became a stone, rolling down with them. Controlled by fear and adrenaline, my arms spread backwards like a pair of wings, intuitively grabbing anything I touched without thinking. How long had it passed? 1 second? 3 seconds? Longer? Or shorter? How far had I fallen? 3 meters? 5 meters? Or not that far away at all? When the fall finally stopped, I held no strength to look backwards. My whole body is as soft as if there's no bone inside me. As if I had already used up 15 minutes of strength in advance.
While those rocks fell to the bottom of the mountain, all I worried about was whether my friend would be worried about me.
I was a rock for a second, but nothing longer than that. The hands of a human desperately lifted my life upward while the stones desperately rolled downward. I thought I was a rock, for a second, but I am not.
How does a stone dance? How to dance like a stone? Laia said, "Stones only dance when they are falling”.
The fear of death is my essence of being a human, an animal. Can a human being dance like a stone? If one dances like a stone for too long, one would really become a stone. Within my 33 years of life, this was the moment I was closest to death, closest to losing control, giving up control, and closest to being a stone.
LAIA’S TEXT (TRANSLATED)