Back before we were all bathed in glowy, glow of 0110111101101110011001010111001100100000011000010110111001100100001000000111101001100101011100100110111101110011 we were bathed in mangled trees; lignocellulosic fibrous material; paper. Hard copy. My parents sent me a box of personal history in the mail awhile back and I have been looking through it a little bit here and there. Scraps of stories, dream diaries, poem fragments: the work …
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El Matadero, Madrid
In the Slaughter House Lovis Corinth 1893 So if you go outside of Madrid proper, down some fancy named calles (streets), you will end up at the river. And at the place of slaughter and selling of flesh. El matadero.It isn’t a very old place, by European standards, but it really resonated in a familiar way with me. …
Marzipan & beer, live snails & you are from WHERE?
Sunday I went to a Martinez etc, etc, family reunion. This would be The Human’s mother’s side of the family. Turns out if was much more than a reunion is was a triple birthday party and a meeting of people that completely warped my brain. Let me share the brain warp. You ready?My Human has …
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