
La Laguna is an extraordinary place. As the tram ascends from Santa Cruz, the endless ensemble of low industrial buildings does little to prepare you for what is to be found at […]
La Laguna is an extraordinary place. As the tram ascends from Santa Cruz, the endless ensemble of low industrial buildings does little to prepare you for what is to be found at […]
A story written in the style of Jack Kerouac. So yup, stream of consciousness nonsense that might threaten to mean something.
A story written in the style of Jack Kerouac. So yup, stream of consciousness nonsense that might threaten to mean something.
The cult of Santa Muerte is deep and intoxicating.
The terrace culture is Madrid.
With thanks to Jose Miguel Morales; without his help, this article wouldn’t have been possible.
Satori identity. This was an alien concept to me, until I came across Kerouac. Jack Kerouac’s book Satori in Paris is a tangled mess of ideas, references and internalized in-jokes, which is to […]
Jack Kerouac’s book Satori in Paris is a tangled mess of ideas, references and internalized in-jokes, which is to say, in-jokes he shares with himself, rather than with a drinking buddy or cabal of […]
It was by pressing hard against a pen, and not guitar strings, that his fingers bled.
I’ve lost count of the number of times I have seen someone piss on a car in Lavapiés, but it’s another yarn in a list of Lavapiés stories. This wash feet barrio […]
I’ve lost count of the number of times I have seen someone piss on a car in Lavapiés. This wash feet barrio does exactly that; uncharacteristic raindrops, characteristic pissing from homeless people, […]
There are as many languages in the world as visions of the realities we live in.