Monday, March 31, 2014

Recollections: Lunging into space

I can't stop visiting the apartment in San Antonio where I spent the better part of my childhood. Last night, I trotted up the little pebbled steps up to the gilded entrance, made my way towards the elevator, through the marbled corridors with all the mirrors and plastic postboxes. I wanted to go to the 8th floor, our floor, but accidentally pressed "44" on panel - only 9 floors in the building, though. I waited patiently first, thinking I'd manage to come down to the 8th somehow, butn the elevator went past 44 all the way to 60, 86, 128. Panic. If I pull the STOP lever, would this bizarre ride end up smashed in some random layer of the stratosphere? How long should I wait before pressing 8 so as to not plummet from whatever impossible heights I'd reached? No desire to see what was at that final floor, whatever it would be. Shockingly, an image of the Indian Ocean came to me, and I couldn't discern if that was my ultimate destination or if it was the view before me and below me. But even in these scenarios, relief comes with a shade of annoyance once the alarm rings.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Bodies out of a journey

Illustration for Subbacultcha! magazine review of Robert Monroe's Journeys Out of the Body. I never managed to attain the out-of-body state, but trying was interesting enough. Sensory deprivation chambers and white noise are the cheapest drugs.

Friday, February 7, 2014

Summer places

All those accidents, grease stains, small journeys, night thoroughfares.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Prickly wind on your face, drenched in violet shadows






Sharon Tate in the bath, photographed by Jerry Shatzberg; a baby tiger, or perhaps a monkey, or a middle-aged rat.; the avatars of Vishnu which I remember mailing to myself from work on a particularly lazy day; the oldest picture I could find of  a pyramid at Teotihuacan, at least according to the Intahnet. Stuff I discovered on my computer after a long period of substituting  it with a younger, sexier model that nevertheless carried the worst kind of baggage possible (Windows 8). I’ve missed you dearly. And also

Monday, November 11, 2013

Ochre shades, Paris


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Fall has brought: Paris with Père Lachaise, Chinese brunch and the most incredible exhibition I’ve ever seen; colds and stomach cramps; schizophrenic weather with violent winds and blinding sunlight; catsitting and babysitting; time spent driving, on trains, going away and coming back to the same indifference. And even more 13th Floor Elevators.