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Small Pieces of Heaven ☁️🕊️
Maybe heaven is somewhere beyond this life—or perhaps we experience small pieces of it through peace, love, and ordinary human connection. Continue reading
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“When Mercy Looked at Man”
The most fascinating moment in history for me is the death of Jesus Christ. More than the resurrection, it’s that moment of death — to see him die and face the darkness of man. It makes me think about how quick we are to judge — and, most importantly, how quick we are to sentence. How… Continue reading
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The Guardian Code: Breaking the Loop, Building the Light
by Roberto Sánchez I just felt like writing, so I did. From the side of my van – side doors open. Surrounded by boxes, deliveries, and noise. I wrote anyway. My van is sometimes my studio. I was driving through L.A. today, the city doing what it does best — pretending it’s not falling apart.… Continue reading
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“While It Rains in L.A.”
It’s been raining all day. I’ve got a bucket out to catch the leaks — little echoes of the storm, steady and calm. Yesterday, my brother and I watched F1 for the first time together. He’d seen it before, but this time something hit different. There’s that scene — the one where Pitt’s character starts… Continue reading
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“Shit was not good today — shit happens sometimes.”
📓 Tuesday, August 5, 2025 – 6:47 p.m. Today, I woke up positively, like I’ve been doing lately. A little tired, since I’ve been having a hard time sleeping at night. Don’t know why. Some might say it’s the past on my mind. Or maybe I’m overthinking the future. Sometimes it feels like something touches me.… Continue reading
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“Listening”
📓Tuesday, September 23, 2025 — 11:36 a.m. Listening. Listening to Under Pressure by Queen — the line “la, la Saturday night.” Always hits me in a strange felicity way. The other night I was talking to my mom about how impressive Charlie Kirk is—how he started his whole thing 12 years ago with nothing more… Continue reading
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“Throw the ink over and over till there is art.”
📓 Sunday, August 17, 2025 — 7:37 p.m. I got home a bit ago. Closed the door. I’m sitting in the dark—TV glow the only light. Like the glow inside a cave. My cave. YouTube chatter hums. The low drone of the A/C. Finally, I’m here in my chair. This chair… my escape. The spot where… Continue reading
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First Kiss Remembered
Written and illustrated by Roberto Sánchez From my memoir-in-progress, “I Am He” The bathroom light was too white — the kind that stings your eyes. My father’s favorite color. His mistress. To me, white has always felt like emptiness. I stood in that glare, facing a trifold mirror. Tilted the side panels to catch my… Continue reading
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“Morning workout – later computer frisbee”
📓 Tuesday, August 12, 2025 10:06 a.m. – USC Campus, Jefferson Boulevard Workout Type: Guest pass session at USC gym I’m sitting here taking notes in my workout journal before the workout — writing how I feel, responding to my Aunt Beatriz, my mother’s youngest sister from Mexico — while a girl pushes a cart… Continue reading
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“Asthma tried to take my breath — so I learned to breathe life back.”
A story about memory, sickness, and survival. Written and illustrated by Roberto Sánchez 📓 August 11, 2025 — 2:52 p.m., Monday The MacBook Pro beside me still looks brand new. I remember when I only dreamed of owning one. I take care of things — at least I try. Right now, I’m parked at the… Continue reading