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🎬 Street Cinema — The Age of Disclosure and the Fear of a Full Yes
I finished The Age of Disclosure with more questions than answers. The documentary didn’t fully prove its biggest claims, but it made me feel like there’s enough smoke, enough credible voices, and enough controlled ambiguity to believe something may actually be there. Continue reading
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“GTA V 13 Years Later: Same City, Different Eyes”
replayed GTA V 13 years later and it didn’t just feel like nostalgia—it felt like my real LA, filtered through a game. Same city. Different eyes. Different life. Continue reading
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“Dark Room, Hot Coffee, and Headphones”
The closest thing I’ve gotten to “play” lately is sound. I have some Sennheiser HD 650s. I’d never really owned wired headphones like that before. Got them on discount on Amazon. Before that I had DT-770 Pros—wired too—and I bought a DAC. The DAC had this thing that said 4.4mm, and then I learned that’s for balanced. Then… Continue reading
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“Today — I sit here reminiscing in front of my TV”
English Version 📓 Wednesday, September 3, 2025 — 10:26 p.m. I’m sitting in my comfortable bluish armchair from Ikea, my laptop resting on the matching ottoman. It’s covered by one of my old t-shirts — I keep it there so my orange tabby, Simba, doesn’t turn the fabric into his personal scratching post. David Bowie’s Let’s… Continue reading
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“Today — I sit here reminiscing in front of my TV”
English Version 📓 Wednesday, September 3, 2025 — 10:26 p.m. I’m sitting in my comfortable bluish armchair from Ikea, my laptop resting on the matching ottoman. It’s covered by one of my old t-shirts — I keep it there so my orange tabby, Simba, doesn’t turn the fabric into his personal scratching post. David Bowie’s Let’s… 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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“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
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“Stillness — I start the day with reinforcement.”
📓 Wednesday, August 6, 2025 · 7:25 a.m. This morning, I sit beneath the patio umbrella, sipping the heat of last night’s Starbucks tea—warmed in my dented microwave. Last night, I didn’t want to be home. I needed to escape. My thoughts were racing—fast, fast, faster—the acceleration roared. Too fast to sit with, too heavy… Continue reading
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“Sketch with Your Soul — I Am the Alien”
Version in English 📓 Monday, August 4, 2025 – 10:26 p.m. Illustrated & written by Roberto Sanchez Today, I woke like I’ve woken many days before. Everything feels like it’s on repeat. What am I gonna do today? Am I hungry? What am I gonna eat? Blah, blah, blih, blah… The day becomes a beat… Continue reading
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