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Marijuana, enjoy the slow motion
"We already know that, depending on its frutifantastic composition, it can produce different effects. With most of the puffs of weed I have tried, the feeling it gives me is to drop a smoke bomb and escape to my little bed to sleep like a happy baby."
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Marijuana, enjoy the slow motion
Choose between having a decent retirement in your seventies or destroying the world.
I had an argument with my mother, like the ones I usually have with her to help her preserve her mental health, in which she told me she wanted to go to the Congregación Mariana to find some arts-and-crafts course she could sign up for.
The Gospel of Destiny
Behold the one who will not remain silent, who comes today to proclaim the truth, the one that has existed since before the beginning of time. I am brother to eternity and chaos. Because of me, entropy, time, history, and stories exist.
I Feel Ashamed
I was not gifted with the greatest empathy; in fact, so many things simply slide off me. But when I see that, within human fragility, there exists that condition of “survive by any means necessary,” I feel ashamed, and, as if I were a projector, I turn my unconscious toward my own limitations. Helping others begins to feel like an idyllic idea when, in reality, it is so simple; yet sometimes I look the other way when someone, out of necessity, extends a hand to me.
I’d rather have two months more
About a week ago, one of the most important figures in the Canadian business world, Robert K. Irving, died. And even though I never had the chance to meet him personally, his death left me thinking far more than I expected.
A Strange Prose About Love
It is strange that the years leave no mark on the intention to love, and remain such a weak opponent against the blazing desire to share a small fragment of the soul and of one’s time. “It is not good for man to be alone,” says Genesis.
Maslow
I’ve had many conversations with friends who are living outside Colombia about the guts it takes to live and move forward as an immigrant in countries like Canada, Australia, or the European Union. But beyond that, there’s something that’s been on my mind for a while: we come from surviving, while here many people no longer have to… and they’re not necessarily better off.