That's how this city works, and we like it that way. You don't search for things, because you won't find it. You have to walk. You have to stumble across. You have to discover. Chance and serendipity are the laws that govern our lives.

Right now, in this moment, as I think this, I am coming across and collecting cloths.

Luckily, there's trash everywhere. Extra stuff. If you're looking for trash, you will definitely find it. If you're looking for flowers, you will definitely find them.

When the future is certain to be as tumultuous as the past, we don't plan for it, we don't think about it, we just live as it comes. And everything always works out, in the most unexpected ways! Disappointment does not exist in this city, only surprises and potential.

O this is a nice cloth. It's full of stars!!

Traveling without plans can be scary. Undoubtedly. Without future to hold onto, we lose ourselves. Nothing is more traumatic than this. Nothing is more necessary than this. The fears we associate with the future are what holds together meaning. Pleasure, the present, are what releases us from this.

This one is so soft, and white like a canvass. I will paint trees on it. I am painting trees on it.

When living towards the present, one is lost. How beautiful it is! When lost, suddenly the body and mind are opened, willing, accepting of all kinds of pleasures. New ones. Ones that no one knows exist. Joys that are necessarily unexpected, illuminating. Reciprocated.

Touch me. Ice cream. wow that's tasty! O wow, what a pretty blouse you're wearing. Without a future, without concern about the past, whatever you call jazzy, whatever you call beautiful, is as such.

Needle, string, cloths. Sitting in a lap, a hand threads the eye and we construct a place to play, touch, love, live.

Soy Cabrita

Soy cabrita, pero no cualquiera. Como puedes ver, tengo la cola divina. Eso es porque nací en el torbellino de varias emociones contradictorias. Soy una cabrita linda adornada con florcitas, saltando por el aire, aunque no puedo parar de mirar hacia atrás. Soy así. Feliz y emocionada por el porvenir pero a la vez agradecida por el pasado mio. Hay que seguir. Es la naturaleza de nuestra existencia.

En este momento, estoy volando porque estoy tan feliz! Soy vecino de los colores del cielo de la noche y de la luna también. Al volar, siempre hay la amenaza de caerse. Todo es hermoso y todo es terrible. Soy una expresión manifestada de la angustia ante la felicidad que experimentó un gatito un día horriblemente lindo. Pero ese momento ya pasó y ahora el gatito está listo, más que listo, de vivir en el presente, sin aullar por el pasado ni preocuparse por el futuro. Puede caerse y le da igual. Por eso, ya no me necesita, pero seguramente, dado lo lindo que soy, hay alguien que me pueda querer en este mundo tan fantásticamente cruel.