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Category Archives: DEAR_DIARY

This is me, in bits and pieces, in disordered narratives of fuzzy events, in blunt complaints, in dreams, in sadness, sharing my own life as best as i can, opening up my personal views and my idiosyncratic sins. If you prefer, this is my egotistical semi-public journal. Or simply everything here that is truly personal.

Acabo de me mudar e tudo mudou. Agora sou de Taguá City. E o restaurante do lado da minha casa tem manteiga na garrafa de shoyu — GENIUS!!

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Supposedly, men are dicks and they are promiscuous, they want to fuck as much women as they can, and women are monogamous, they want one faithful partner. Of course, that is just the ideology and the way things work has nothing to do with it.

As things go, the very opposite might make more sense. I know you think this is nonsense, but i’ve got a very good explanation!

(This is for Daria. I got your letter. I’ll also reply in paper. But this belonged here.)

Under the skin we are all the same red sh1t, but still we all pretend to be so special, we all pretend to be these beautiful snowflakes, when (if we dared to admit it) we are all just alone.

And in turn this means we all just want a hug, we just want to be loved, but since we can’t we try all sort of dumb stuff, like getting ultra-rich and super-famous and über-sexy and extra-learned, as maybe ways to be loved, and it all backfires monstrously and we get eco-catastrophe, consumerism, plastic surgery and Maffesoli.

The most precious thing in life is the fleeting, vaporous, light moment when we can see the world through the same eyes as someone else, when we are really together, when we share a thin slice of meaning with another person. But the world seems made in a way to spoil and destroy this shared meaning. Read More »

Nita Little and me

Nita Little and me

Trying to paint dances, not by their images, but their sensations. / Tentando pintar danças, não pela imagem mas pela sensação. Read More »