Guessing

There’s a ton of material to work with somewhere I reach when I’m sleeping. A free field where participants who died on this world come to life (they’re really living again) and everything is possible—as it should have always been.

Apocalypse Now

Line drawing done by a child with black marker, it recreates an apocalypse

We have the tsunami, the alien attack and the dragons. Only zombies are missing. Good thing he gives us a clue of where the antidote is.

I Am You

At that moment he can see himself through the eyes of that other person, and can feel how she doesn’t know him (himself) and the pleasure of being her, because she is totally in peace with herself. The world of the woman, though sharing geographic place and historical time with him, is diametrically opposed to his.

Quantity

Quote of The Teachings of Don Juan

“Don’t get me wrong, don Juan,” I protested. “I want to have an ally, but I also want to know everything I can. You yourself have said that knowledge is power.”
“No!” he said emphatically. “Power rests on the kind of knowledge one holds. What is the sense of knowing things that are useless?”

From “The Teachings of Don Juan,” by Carlos Castaneda.

Go Figure

This way I’m talking about is a method: When I’m alone, in whichever situation, I’m the world. It’s a good time to deliberately connect and know who I am, this way I spread from the inside to all. This is good. But my real goal is to penetrate from the outside and bring them in.

Nude

Line drawing of a naked woman in which are accentuated her breasts, belly and face in profile

“… one of those drawings that as you look at it you see different things, a nude as the title says, but also the breasts may well be someone’s eyes, and the belly button form a gesture of fear and worry …”

No

How not to feel down, how not to feel little. I absorb everything and give it back. To leave, to disappear… to come back, to be with you. Again. But I can’t. I don’t try hard enough.

She Angel

Drawing of an angel shaped as a woman

The colored spots are our reality, how we would see it if we didn’t superimpose our definitions to it.

Come back to me

How to know if I’m talking to you or me. A feeling changes inside, as if you’ve arrived or connected. Are you really here? Or is it my desire that makes me feel it?

Hairy Spider

Drawing of a spider made by a child

Thoughts walking on the inner side, entering through the ears or the nose… who knows through where. They scare like bugs.