A veces, veo una esquina, donde el sol está pegando, y me trae memorias de cuando me sentaba solo a ver el día pasar.
La forma en que al paso del día, van cambiando los colores y las sombras, sentir que el tiempo se está moviendo, frente a mí, cambiando a cada segundo, y todo lo que va pasando, ya quedó atrás, pasa como humo. No podemos detener nada, todo pasa, todo cambia, todo se está moviendo, y yo me muevo también porque yo también soy tiempo!
I am playing a game. Many levels. But I am getting stressed out because one piece, which is also a human person is difficult to figure out.
In another dream, I am at a fair, and there is people coming and in my area I have some things to entertain kids. Is like a map for scavenger hunt. There is a twist to it, somehow I am having a hard time explaining it, but I figured out a way to. Can’t remember how.
No recuerdo muy bien. Estaba jugando con alguien, un juego que combinaba la computadora y un board game the mesa.
Woke up a bit sickly! Long night! had a good game night with H&D, although only H and me seemed to enjoy the game - we played Azul. A bit confusing at first but still a good one. Beautifully designed game!
I want to play more board games with people…
I am a bit disappointed that I can’t go to the studio this weekend. However I will try to do some painting tonight. Hopefully!
I’m always very happy to come across another woman writer. Katherine died at just 34 years old and wrote a great number of short stories. Last night I had a super cool conversation in my bookclub about her.
The story The Garden Party reminded me of Ursula Le Guin's Mazes and also Wuthering Heights, where a fictional narrative is used to point out the toxicity of a classists and oligarchic society, and the way the look down on Indigenous people and anyone from a lower classes.
I loved the story last night and everything I learned about her a very bold and rebellious writer who died far too young.
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En un sueño, Leve ha venido a jugar, yo estoy jugando con ella. En un momento se va con la mamá y la llamo por teléfono y de alguna forma nos comunicamos.
En otro sueño, alguien está organizando una fiesta——- aaaah no me acuerdo de mas!
