free writing and talking
…haay, bwatskuki…napnap…nap…ayoyoyoyoy, bratuyxcvbna
breeze, dreaming of coming home and embracing joaquin. counting the days left till i get back to the pollution, chaos, humidity, flooded streets, rain, pungent smells, smoky roads, warm and hot, warm and spontaneous, breathing city of home. a month didnt seem that long, actually it did not…just realized how time just passes by. I think im getting tired of this keyboard can never find the z and the y and the places of other letters seem misplaced. went to MAK museum, it was a free day. now in the arsenal, trying some free writing and talking. writing what comes to my mind…maybe something might come up…then maybe not… we wait and sometimes it happens but sometimes it doesnt…
