I thrive on contradictions and red and i am to fill this with more soon. i want poetic sensibility and warm coffees during 4ams. And rains in summer and your sometimes sweaty palms. I read freire and marx and lacan and saramago and chaplin and people’s faces and behaviors and the way norah jones ‘s eyes smile with her piano.
i love long sentences and ambiguities and pretensions. language is my game. i do not know my rules.