sept 20 2023 9:55 am
This is my daily practice, monday through friday standing in the station at 9am waiting for a bus that's not too busy, looking from the outside for the opportunity to sit down or to stand waiting besides a seat. There's something I love about the pink section (there's a space dedicated to only women); as in other wagons, there's a communication between passengers of who's getting down and who gets to fill the seat. Observing women in the morning buses is watching them get ready: some would be styling their hair, others putting on some lipstick, perfecting their eyeliner skills on motion or even, my favorite sight, curling their eyelashes with a spoon.
I'm lucky to get the window seat even though the sun is burning right through it. I get to read my book, meditate on it for some minutes before being alert of what stop i'm in.
Then a familiar face interrupted my thoughts. Finding someone I know on the streets makes me feel like this is home.
sept 21 2023 11:48 pm
I just got flashbacks of last night's dream. I was visiting Budapest, the Budapest I've dreamt some other night before a few years ago. I recognized each street, I was showing Anna where I lived by Blaha Lujza. Suddenly we were not near the city center but I was still recognizing some of the landmarks so we stopped by and parked the car we were driving in this big parking lot. We got off the car to ask for directions on an amusement park that appeared out of nowhere. Some guy told us we'd still have to drive 10 more minutes to get where we wanted, so we left. On our way out, we turned around the entrance queue and there I see my whole family ready to enter the amusement park. I didn't know they would be in Budapest, why didn't they tell me? We said our hellos and goodbyes.
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sept 23 2023 12:43 am
crying to Rosalía's voice
sept 24 2023 4:27 pm
lo último que quiero esta semana es ser percibida pero me visto para ser vista.
9:57 pm
Practico navegar en el desorden. Como abrir mi propio camino en un suelo lleno de cosas sin preocuparme por recogerlas, como buscar mis llaves con mi mano dentro de mi bolsa sin abrirla para ver.