Do you know that moment in which you cannot see what is there, in that dark filthy fog that you have inside your head, but you are sure that it’s important? In which the key of everything that you are thinking is missing, and you know that it’s in there? There I am, looking for that key in the middle of that effing fog. Drawing, writing lines, writing whole papers of nothing, for days, for weeks.
If you come, be kind and bring a candle -we’ll need it.
(Already planning for a whole summer of writing, that fucking key is going to appear).
PD: I’ve been writing, I just have no time at all to post here lately, but hey! My masters is almost finished!