Sunday, June 21, 2015

Yer Olde Talke Aboute Hesse

Hermann Hesse is probably one of my favourite writers of all time. Which is probably a bit unfair, because I've only read Siddhartha, Steppenwolf, and Demian.

Siddhartha I looooved. Which is also totally unfair, because I really did read it at the perfect moment. I was going back to yoga, eating a lot of fruit, utterly happy about my life, and this book seemed like complete illumination and I just couldn't stop crying.

Demian was fine, but I knew nothing about Hesse's obsession about Eastern thought when I read it and I was like wtf half the time. I think that if I read it again my thriving psychomagicness would do a tribal dance over the cadaver of my dead rationalism.

And I just finished Steppenwolf, which at first made me think "this book really gets me. Fuck burgeouis ethos." But I did not enjoy it much and I don't think any of its profound psychobabble really got through to me.

But still, Hesse's probably one of my favourite authors of all time. GO BEATNIK FEELZ.

Thursday, June 18, 2015


The best part about analogues, is that you can forget about their existence until their rediscovery at the back of a drawer.

Pictures from September 2013.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015


Chile, Chile, lindo.

I've been driving around a lot lately. And not just 'cuz my university's on strike, although that's a huge part of it (you know, trying to fill in the dole winter-in-Santiago hours.) Friends, readers, family: The beauty of podcasts has entered my life.

Every minute that I spend behind the wheel is one where these magical words enter my ears and dance around my brain to a beat that says "ideas, ideas, ideas." I'm hearing wonderful people from around the globe talk about the marvels that come to their minds and every nerve of mine is charged with awe at the things that are going on in this world while Santiago remains being Santiago and the people in Santiago remain worried about our little-corner-of-the-world things.

And my friends that study abroad are slowly coming back home from their diaspora of knowledge-seeking, and they come back with tales of wonder that I can hardly believe they actually lived through. Classrooms with teachers that do more than just recite, and friends with minds that do more than just gossip, and I am full of envy. Envy and love, love for these friends who have such great minds and personalities that every moment I share with them is inspiring.

I love you, Chilito lindo, I love you so much, but you are starting to feel too tight. To small for a world that is oh, so big. And I love your poets and I love your mountains and I love your trees, but your people are starting to bore me, and I want to go out, permanently, to seek...

Friday, June 5, 2015


In spite of the relief that the autumnal leaves give the eye, Santiago's relentless contamination, noise, anxiety, conflict
and one finds the need to escape
to find
geography has the potential for peace
the sea holds peace
the trees inspire peace
and one feels a renaissance of hope
of living.




PS. And there's something so particular about the seaside during wintertime.
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