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“The Risk of Looking Stupid.”
What are you most proud of in your life? I think the biggest risk I still struggle to take is the risk of being stupid — of doing something wrong, awkward, or embarrassing, and letting it exist anyway. For most of my life, I wanted to do things right. To look like I had it… Continue reading
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“September 11, 2001”
What major historical events do you remember? Back in 2001, I was working as an usher at Dodger Stadium. One morning, I took a quick nap — just a few minutes to rest my eyes — and when I woke up, the world was changing on the TV in front of me. I saw a… Continue reading
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“Becoming My Own Teacher.”
What are you most proud of in your life? For the longest time, I didn’t think I could do well in school. But I went back later in life and earned my degree. What I’m most proud of isn’t just finishing — it’s that I learned how to learn. I taught myself how to teach… 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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The Alchemy of Ghosts
By Roberto Sanchez I used to say, “Today I will write.” And the day would pass. And I would carry the weight of the incomplete. But now I see— what I’ve been trying to say was never just words. It was fire. It was memory. It was shadow and breath, colliding in the ribcage of… Continue reading
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“Two Brothers, Hollywood Night”
📓 Monday, October 6, 2025 – 2:51 p.m. Last night, a bit past ten o’clock, my younger brother Victor asked me to drive. He wanted to see Hollywood at night. Hollywood streets were half closed under construction — flashing cones, neon bleeding against cracked sidewalks. I drove while he sat in the passenger seat, watching… Continue reading
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“Sitting in Distress”
📓Friday, October 3, 2025 — 1:59 p.m. I’m sitting in the dark, watching a UFO whistleblower on Jeremy Corbell’s YouTube channel. Outside, my white GMC van waits with its hood up, as my neighbor replaces the brake power booster. He’s the man I call the Cartel Mechanic — a Mexican with pit bull eyes, a… Continue reading