People who appreciate your selfies:
• Your nan • Your dog • Relatives who haven't seen you since you first left the womb but will always comment on how much you've grown as if forgetting the basic process of biological ageing
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People who appreciate your selfies:
• Your nan • Your dog • Relatives who haven't seen you since you first left the womb but will always comment on how much you've grown as if forgetting the basic process of biological ageing
elimine @instagram, porque sacas un monton de tiempo.
ergo, esta sera la red social que canalice la adiccion virtual del compartir. mediante la escritura, y no mediante las apariencias que une se inventa de une, por mas validas que sean, porque son virtuales, ergo, no reales.
qué poco hablmos de la crisis digital de nuestra generación
Again, virtual world, hello.
So I have to take computer and tumblr just to write to myself,
because suddenly my private whatsapp group was with u.
Im sorry, I wanted to keep on writing me, and you where there, and it wasn't annoying for me.
But it should have been! No? Yes, this is the exact private world I am talking about that I need to build. It's so damaged that frontier.
Fah, es que I am feeling so much now, with you, V, now one of mines, and love; and T, on the other side, with a lot of difficulties in terms of territoriality to handle rn.
I feel completely overwhelmed, therefore I need to express.
As fast as I can, so I need to write. And this is a fair question for us: why writing in a blog?
Why?
I believe is the Q here to (one of) myself(s).
well i mean. if we see don't see each other that often, it can create a safe non-worries non-hurries place to go deep on understanding how freedom works. in a crazy future psychological cognitive animal & spiritual way. but coming to the writing question...
today mati told me that we have lost some non-verbal languages,
-or even sounds-
because now our society writes too much. in the act of writing, judgments appear:
what is bad, what is good, and the labels, and the dichotomies, and blabla. is binary is only for computers, why do we go so far on trying to develop binary dummy variables?
ok, but ¿where to go?
i mean how, if not by writing, are we gonna write the future we are designing? which communication tool(s) are we going to use?
So, yeah, the way is maybe a non-verbal communication,
which is what we are started to do in Agape,
but let's add little bit of codiments,
let's play more and with technology and we time
because we reconstruct also both of this concepts,
you know lelong.
Welcome to our joint journalism,
join(t) our conversations,
where every little thing has a little bit of love
and a little bit of knowledge, fruto de años de trabajo.
there's also condiments of what we call "political".
We need to be political because we are the transition and the bridge between two concepts considered separated by a fix border, like generation, or S and SP, or women and men, or long and short; and what I would like to try to show with you is that we can make so much micropolítica and convert the personal into the political, because this is the only way how we will achieve a better solution: in the union and trascendence of those two apparet oxymorons, to inhabitate the place in-between, the "supposed" border, la línea de fuga says Deluze.
because we are here in the structure (S)changing it everyday between us
but we also need to be in the superstructure to actually make it happen.
Balloons 🎈 Your journney to the place where there's no pain and suffering will now begin. You will be missed, Tatay Epog 🙏 #rip #epog (at St. Peter Memorial Garden)
I always knew these choices were never mine to make..
03:37
The voices are back. They’re trying to take over. I want to let them. But there’s still a tiny bit of me putting up a fight.
Why? Why am I still fighting?
00:42 I've been holding it all in for 22 years; what's another year?
The alcohol numbs my heart and silences my mind; but I'm more afraid of the reality that sets in once the alcohol has completely left my system..