the aesthetics of boredom

¿y ahora será la misma vaina?
Somehow, the days are long and the weeks are short.
A contradiction on an existential level.
Yes, that.

más y más

Somehow, there aren't enough hours in the day to do nothing.

escalera

It's entirely possible that through living a life defined by routine, I am symbolically walking up a revolving staircase that never ends. So, why do I wake up in the morning? Or anyone? Oh right...not everyone lives like so. Some have the privilege to choose or the privilege to fall back.

sobredosis

Cuernavaca:
El primer día del viaje tuve una sobredosis de pena. Una pena pesada, muy pesada, pero pasó. Gracias a un dios, que yo no creo en.

Tendré más fotos de la Ciudad de México en estos días siguientes.

océano

"Maybe, I am mistaken, but I view significant others like huge bodies of water. You were an ocean with frigid water. I remember how I allowed my feet sink into the sand, as I waited for the tide to come and hug my ankles. Slowly, I would walk towards you. Unfortunately, I couldn't handle the cold. I was only able to reach you up to my knees, before a wave came crashing towards me. How I would prefer, now, to dive head first. As it is now, though, I am relegated to walk along the tide. Someday, I hope to have the courage to dive head first into the ocean and find you."

Poor Life Decision of 2009: Rainy Day Cycling