words as photographs

Que se foda a mota. Nova tentativa, para aprender a ler melhor. Para ganhar músculo comunicativo. Para ficar mais perto de descobrir a minha voz.

Work has reached a point where it looks unsustainable. Too many stuck calls. I have dug a pit of labour, that I need to clear as soon as possible. I am writing this fucking thing down, so I commit myself down to a path. Currently I have: 10 open calls Of which: 6 are of high complexity. Previous experience indicates high complexity calls take at least 3 days to complete. This means a minimum of 18 days of dedicated work. So, my goal is to have this pile cleared by the end of February. Need to report back once I'm there.

Bolhas de tempo e voltamos ao mesmo, mas diferentes. Sinto-me mais bem que mal, por isso esta entrada fica assim curta e vaga. Mais um retalho na manta de dois que saíram das fendas e se viram crus no mundo.

Agora dói, mas foi irresistível. Tentei navegar entre luxúria e ternura. Se alguma ficou, ficou limpa e bonita. Acho que toda a tristeza que sinto é o preço a pagar dum momento perfeito.

Tenho a cabeça a latejar e um fogo na barriga. Não posso passar a linha da carne ou tudo se torna novamente instável.

Remove the Father To give a boy wisdom, To set a girl on a confused path. Remove the Mother To give a girl heart, To set a boy to cruel ways. Keep both.

It comes really into focus once you feel yourself falling. During the descent, the tree I grew shows all of a sudden underneath me and I hit all the branches on the way down. I cultivated those branches. There's no option but to feel the slaps and the cuts, much like the day-to-day happenings biting at and pulling me. The late bus, the really inconvenient call at work that forces a priority shift and adds even more stuff to the pile. The loads of laundry. The groceries. A sister stranded without a job and the complex equation of helping her without helping her. Settling of accounts and other financial checks to ensure a trip in the future. A toilet flush needing repair. A scale that tells me to exercise more. The friends receptive to pints and laughs inside an half-lit room, filled with the sound of jazz. Neuromancer. I want to read Neuromancer! And I have to finish The Golem and the Djinni first! Listen to Bill Burr... oh, but the list continues. These calls for attention keep me ...