Querido Kerouac...

«Enamórate de tu existencia»

-Jack Kerouac


Escribo, escribo, escribo y recuerdo a Kerouac...

Sickly Ramblings...

    It's been a long long time since I've written and so being almost bedridden (I mean, I could go elsewhere but my body is too irritable for that, so in bed I stay) and officially in vacations it must be perfect timing. My day has consisted mainly of sleeping, reading, and tea. Quite sincerely, I'd aimed higher for this vacations but after a grueling week of perpetual all-nighters I think the body needs a rest. Well, not really my soul is not tired but frankly my body does not wish to cooperate.

    A friend once made a piece about the body not being enough. Lately, I have been feeling more and more in-sync with this notion. Intangibly I am alright, intangibly I am not sick or tired... but the body needs rest. Too tired to continue, since I didn't achieve what I set out to do I'll add an image.

My last still=life of the semester.