Every something is an echo of nothing.
From 18 to 22 you meet a lot of temporary people.
life hack: get a tattoo. if the people at the job interview notice it and look concerned, laugh a little and explain “it’s just temporary.” months later if your boss asks why you lied and said it was a temporary tattoo, stare off into the distance and whisper with a tremulous voice the poor excuse for truth your subconscious has been fighting for its entire insignificant existence: “everything is temporary.”
Writing is a struggle against silence.
Escrever é uma luta contra o silêncio.
Qué injusta, qué maldita, qué cabrona la muerte que no nos mata a nosotros sino a los que amamos.