por lo que me propongo quitarle las telarañas a este lugar.

salud.

ava.

The photograph is in my hand. It is the photograph of a man and a woman. They are at an amusement park in 1959. In twelve seconds time, I’ll drop the photograph to the sand at my feet, walking away. It's already lying there, twelve seconds into the future.
Ten seconds now.
The photograph is in my hand. I found it in a derelict bar twenty seven hours ago. It's still there, twenty seven hours into the past, in its frame, in the darkened bar. I'm still there looking at it.
The photograph is in my hand. The woman takes a piece of popcorn between thumb and forefinger. The ferris wheel pauses.
Seven seconds now.
It's July 1959. I'm in New Jersey, at the Palisades Amusement Park .
Four seconds... three...
I'm tired of looking at the photograph now. I open my fingers. It falls to the sand at my feet. I am going to look at the stars. They are so far away, and their light takes so long to reach us... all we ever see of stars are their old photographs.
I am two hundred and twenty seven million kilometers from the Sun. Its light is already ten minutes old. It will not reach Pluto before maybe two hours.
Two hours into my future, I observe meteorites from a glass balcony, thinking about my father. Twelve seconds into my past, I open my fingers. The photograph is falling.
I am watching the stars. My father admired the sky for its precision. He repaired watches.
It's 1945. I sit in a Brooklyn kitchen, fascinated by an arrangement of clocks on black velvet. I am sixteen years old.
It is 1985. I am fifty-six years old.
The photograph lies at my feet, falls from my fingers, is in my hand.
I am watching the stars, admiring their complex trajectories through space, through time.

I. The Island of Capri is where I fell in love with Sarah. I was a photographer, but the only thing I have to remember that weekend are 3 postcards. I couldn't stand the thought of missing one moment with her looking through a lens.

II. This is where I fell in love with Sarah. Wherever she is now, whoever she is with I pray that she is happy. Loving her saved my life.

III. These were the moments of my life I loved her more than anything, but it was never meant to be. Through the anxiety attacks and suicidal thoughts these moments reassured my life was worth living. I got better help because of her.

For the first time since I was a child I know what it is to be happy.

soy dos numeros más arriba en mi tono pantone y tan sensible que imprimo ondas de tabaco y carbón en mi pared estomacal.

- invierno: se respira un cálido aroma a lavanda, producto de la calma y caos nuclear. es chernobyl naranja. un viaje a menos diez años, chime, huellas de rockport y llaves sobre la barra.

y por ésta fracción de segundo, la migraña será el más grave de mis problemas :)