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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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“Silence is louder than, desire is immediate.”
English Version 📓 Friday, September 12, 7:02 p.m. Today was different. I didn’t want to do anything, and I acted on it. No pushing, no forcing sales, no chasing results. Just errands: • Bought some cases • Picked up Simba’s (my cat) medication • Panda Express • A nap under the shade of a tree in… Continue reading
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“Birthday and Mortality of Time”
English Version 📓 Tuesday, September 9, 2025 – 11:47 p.m. Today was my youngest sister’s birthday. Twenty-eight years ago she came to this earth in her own space suit of flesh and bones, ready to write her story. I’ve had a complicated relationship with her. Some days we get along, other days we don’t. That’s… Continue reading
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Why I Still Care (Plastic bag man)
English Version 📓 Monday, September 8, 2025 6:55 p.m. Sometimes people burn me. You’d think I’d learn my lesson by now. They take a case and don’t pay. They dodge my calls, act like the $90 they owe doesn’t exist. And still… I care. I don’t even know why, exactly. But I care enough to… Continue reading
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“Hot as all kinds here in LA”
English Version 📓 Sunday, September 7, 4:03 p.m. Illustrated & written by Roberto Sanchez Sitting under the cool shade of a tree near Crenshaw… it’s been so hot. Decided to take a break. Slow day. Selling bags in LA can burn you out. Sometimes literally — when it’s in the 90s. Lately I’ve been asking myself: why… 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