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my dearest little pretties, all is well. here in galicia, where foodsloth articchoke and I are galiciatrotting unstoppably. from the tacky to the alternate to the subalternate, we are breathing the air with vigorous rapacity. porque así es la poesía, no es vivir sino [insert tacky metaphor] entre piedra y mar, y eso, la sangre [bla bla bla] etc…

on saturday I will be in sevilla at night. on sunday I shall have free and unlimited access to the internets.

love
joaquin

the pain of rain falls mainly on the plains

donkey do morrazo

¿cabe el hombre en cabo home?

up and down´s syndrome

row after row of heathrow

70´s disco toilet

monte do facho, macho

self-portrait, polarized and in wheat

plopped across the puddle

in case any of you ever worry about me (judging by the massive amounts of email I get…), I have made it safely. to Vigo. here I am after two flights–a fluctuating temperature transatlantic with britishair, a four-hour wait in LHR, and an iberia flight to santiago that I have no recollection of. a bus then whisked me to vigo amongst the constant banter of a cute little girl with down´s syndrome, [re]created here:

girl: mom, why is there a cross on the window?
mom: that which you think is a cross is not a real cross. it means “no smoking.”
girl: so what happens if you smoke?
mom: well, then you have to get off the bus?
girl: all by my little self?
mom: well yes, unless someone got off with you…
girl: I suppose I would have to cry then, no?
mom: if you wish to…

several dozen pine and eucalyptus forests later, I was seeing the shores of vigo´s estuary.

now I am here, again, as I was before, and as I hope to be again.

trying to stay awake until midnightish, combat jetlag and bad memories of sweating, smelling unpleasantly, flying, not sleeping, not dreaming…….

y´all take care now, ya hear?

jb and the hair bear bunch