los carteles que marcan la numeración de las calles de la ciudad se oxidan, y los humanos se pudren en sus casas, se pierden las maneras, se hace tarde, la risa se me pierde, e intento no morirme antes de la cena
i’ll be uploading some of this as an ongoing research, if anyone wants to collaborate just quote on this with paintings from hospitals
(we might get somewhere)
i remember that i used to think a lot about the moment when you're falling asleep, and then suddenly you feel like you're falling into nothing and you wake up, do you know what i'm talking about?
makes me think of my mortality too, but not in a sad way, more like, who you are when you are experiencing death, and all your memories crushing at once, and the disconnection to other people, and the specific thoughts you choose to hang on