• False Shutter


    (An excerpt from some journal entries in Spain. 4/5/2006) They asked me to take their photo. I don’t know why. They are complete strangers on the street. The first words they said to me: <<¡Un Foto!>> They would never see it. Why do they want me to have a record of them of their stupidity…

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  • (Untitled)


    I sit in front of the browser window the tab is marked (Untitled) the blank white page the blinking cursor in the address bar begs me to go somewhere pleads me to enter destination to find something, a solution to how I am feeling to making things right and permanent but there is no such…

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