julio 07, 2008
mayo 28, 2008
abril 01, 2008
I was one of the insatiables. The ones you'd always find sitting closest to the screen. Why do we sit so close? Maybe it was because we wanted to receive the images first. When they were still new, still fresh. Before they cleared the hurdles of the rows behind us. Before they'd been relayed back from row to row, spectator to spectator; until worn out, secondhand, the size of a postage stamp, it returned to the projectionist's cabin. Maybe, too, the screen was really a screen. It screened us... from the world.
marzo 20, 2008
enero 27, 2008
According to Hope, Freud died of kitty Leukemia. According to me, Freud died of being trapped in a laundry basket for four days without food or water.
En cuanto a Hope, Freud murió de leucemia gatuna. En cuanto a mí, Freud murió de estar atrapado en un canasto de lavandería durante cuatro días sin comida ni agua.