I do not know how to translate this: baculejo. It means when the cops ransak you. Well, yesterday i’ve been “baculejado”. It was midnight and i was walking in some dark street and, to the other side of the street i saw a plastic bag floating around in the wind, turning, dancing, in front of a brick wall with gate, it was so American Beauty, i just had to stop and watch. Then the cops came, abused me, shouted at me, the usual, you know. Then one of them asked what i was doing there. And that is the funny part: what if i told them i was, like, remembering a scene in a movie? I figured that was not the moment to be sincere, right? I just told them i was tired and lost, supported their abuse some more and went away.
Truth of the Lesser Men is a collection of ideas and short essays by a young male Brazilian called marcio rocha pereira, in a not-so-fluent English.
The subject is the world, society, live and how we live it. Or something like it. It is my attempt at understanding everything that happens all around me, an ontological travel journal of sorts. Which probably translates into, quite simply, my own opinions and thinking.
Nevertheless, i don’t know what i am, or if being something is important to me, or what you mean by “being something” — so that I can hardly answer the questions of what I do, or work with, or any of the other identity-assigning questions. If you are really interested, check the personal info.
The idea of this blog is to avoid rewriting as much as possible, and to write different takes to the same ideas if the need arise, instead of modifying. This is to avoid a constant state of in-progress.
Love or hate, i am always open for criticism (and i'll even accept praise with as much grace as i can manage). Hope you like it.
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