I reflect

You know, I never really enjoyed creative writing. At least not in a rigorous academic setting. It’s deeply funny and slightly surreal for me to say that given that, going into college, I was quite convinced I would pursue creative writing as a major. Or at least somewhat seriously. Maybe… Read more“I reflect”

In the kitchen while a fire crackles in the living room under the faint sounds of Scriabin

29/12/1990 Come in, please. I don’t want you to get cold out there. It’s been too long, hasn’t it? I don’t think we’ve seen each other since my father passed. 5 years, then. Really? That long? Well it’s great to see you as always, even if you’re just passing through… Read more“In the kitchen while a fire crackles in the living room under the faint sounds of Scriabin”

Abroad

14/06/1982 God, it’s just so crazy to see you here in front of me in a completely different city. Thank you for sending me that letter. I’m glad that our timing worked out so well, and of course that you were accepted into your graduate program at Columbia! You’ll have a great… Read more“Abroad”

City Life

21/11/1979 Hi. Are you okay? I’ll keep this brief, because there isn’t much to say. Or at least there isn’t much my words can really do any justice for. Our leaders and their tools of terror still continue to disappear Argentina’s people, and no one seems to be doing anything… Read more“City Life”