#Tick Algo

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[xuciferous]

i loooove pressing the "dont recommend this channel" button whenever pro cop or multipart shorts comes up in my feed

dont recommend this channel my best friend. more powerful than blocking

[terrasu]

"Trying a new recipe I saw on tiktok!" NO. You saw a recipe prepared and made your own tick mimicking it. Stop. Stop riding the algorithm train. Stop trying to become more 'famous' by piggybacking off of someone else. Let content be unique and diverse instead of hundreds of ticks latched onto and repeating the same thing over and over.

[wachi-delectrico]

Haciéndome el boludo en mi "trabajo" de data entry porque lo odio y literal me hace sentir mal físicamente

[curlymangue]

¿Es normal tener poros en la piel?

[chilisworld55]

Your fics are sooooo good!!! The spanish is just the best part!! As a fic idea👀👀 spending summer with Carlos at mallorca!!

Sunburnt dinners, him loosing his mind over how cute you look a little sunburnt with your bikinis and summer dresses

hello anon! thank you so much, i really appreciate it 🫶🏻 I didn’t know if you wanted it to me a smut of just fluff but here you go!

🌶️ warnings: none. just Carlos simping over his fiancé, complimenting her so much

a/n: hihi! i hope you liked this and im sorry if there is any mistake, i’ll try to improve. Feel free to leave feedbacks, requests or anything else!

It was summer time. Your fiancé, Carlos, surprised you with tickets for both of you to spend a week at Mallorca, a beautiful island in Spain, perfect place to visit in summer.

Carlos is a morning person and wanted to make the most of the few vacation days he had with you. Some days he wakes up early and likes to take you to have breakfast near the beach, other days he likes to cook breakfast himself before taking you for a walk over touristic places, showing new things about his beautiful country.

Then, he made sure not to forget about taking his girl to the beach as well, spending your afternoons there, drinking a couple of cocktails, relaxing under the sun, watching the sunset which is a gorgeous view but for Carlos, you are always his best view.

You’ve noticed that by the way he always has his eyes on you and how he simply cannot keep his hands for himself, always grabbing you, touching you in any way. oh he loves your little outfits for the summer and the sunburns adds the perfect spark to it. You are driving him crazier as the days pass by.

…

It was the last day you were staying in Mallorca, tomorrow morning you were taking a flight back home with Carlos. The plan for today was having a romantic dinner at a restaurant but you wanted to have a little walk around the island to watch the sunset before that.

You were standing in front of the big mirror at the hotels room, getting ready, doing your makeup and wearing those summer dresses that you loved for how comfy and cute they were. Your fiancé was all dressed up already in some casual clothes, nothing too fancy.

You noticed Carlos stare on you all the time, as you got out from the shower, as you were choosing your clothes, putting them on and now.

“You’ve been staring at me the whole time. Tienes algo que decir?” Do you have something to say? You said, looking at the man sitting over the edge of the bed over the mirror, just right behind you.

“Solo una cosa… y es que te ves tan jodidamente hermosa” just one thing… that you look so freaking stunning. He said, eyes not looking away from your body, obviously checking you out.

“Oh really? thank you, amor, but if you keep staring at me for too long, i might melt” you giggled, turning around now that you’re done with your makeup. “ready now!”

“Wait, come over here. Date una vueltecita” do a little spin for me. He signaled with his fingers and you laughed, doing as he asked before walking over to him.

Once he had you close enough, his hands found their way to your bare waist, pulling you even closer to his body. Your dress had slits there and your back was completely exposed so you could feel his warmth against your skin.

“I think this is my favorite outfit on you so far… i mean you always look so pretty and beautiful but oh my god. i love it” he checked you out for the probably fifth time in the night, fingertips gently caressing your skin. “te ves tan mona, como una princesa, mi princesa” you look so cute, like a princess, my princess.

“yeah? then i should wear it more often so I can be your princess more often” you smiled, hands on his shoulders as he stood up. Carlos leaned down a little to place soft kisses on your lips and cheeks, his beard ticking you a little.

“Doesn’t the ring on your finger means that you’re my princess already? or even better, you’re my queen. Always.” he whispered, leaving a last kiss with a “muaw” sound. “Eres toda mía, cariño” you’re all mine, love.

“And you’re gonna steal all the cameras! The paparazzi are going to be taking photos of this beautiful woman instead of me” he faked a pout, being dramatic as always.

You playfully hit his shoulder. “Hey! you know that’s not true” you giggled at his pout and couldn’t help but kiss those puffy lips that always drive you crazy.

“Con ese vestido de seguro que si” with that dress, i’m pretty sure. He walked closer to the mirror, gently turned around so you’re looking at yourself in it. “Es que mírate” Look at you.

“Nunca me voy a cansar de decirte que me traes loco” im never gonna get tired of telling you that you drive me crazy.

…

And then you were late for dinner, but still got to have your romantic date. Carlos continued on complimenting every single thing about you, specially about how good you looked, but as much as he loved your outfit, as soon as you came back to the hotel room, the dress didn’t stayed on for much longer :)

[remains-rpg]

Iridescent

Cuando Natalie llegó a Jackson, se pasó varios días sin hablar. Algunos incluso llegaron a pensar que no podía hacerlo. Tú fuiste una de esas personas. Comenzaste a visitarla a menudo, creyendo que igual se sentía sola y necesitaba compañía. Le hablabas de ti, le contabas cosas... Y menuda sorpresa te llevaste el día en que la mujer abrió la boca por primera vez y te respondió algo que te dejó totalmente a cuadros. Ahora os podéis reír al recordar aquella anécdota. Pero aunque no lo creas, tu compañía durante esos primeros días de transición ayudaron mucho a la ex-militar, consiguiendo sacarla del cascarón en el que se había encerrado a sí misma.

The Catalyst

La has estado observando desde que llegó a Jackson. No te fías de ella, pero para nada. Tienes la sospecha de que oculta algo y tu instinto nunca falla. Y efectivamente, Natalie oculta mucho secretos. ¡El problema es que ni ella misma se acuerda de estos! Y puede que eso a ti te de exactamente igual, que ni siquiera te tragues el cuento de la amnesia parcial. Sea como sea, te has propuesto a desenmascarar a la misteriosa mujer delante de todos.

Breaking the habit

La admiras mucho. La has visto pelear y te parece fascinante que a pesar de su pérdida de memoria, todavía conserve esas habilidades. En cambio,  a ti lo de pelear... digamos que nunca se te ha dado muy bien. Es por eso que un día mientras Natalie se encontraba entrenando, te atreviste a pedirle que te enseñara algunos movimientos defensivos.  Ella aceptó y desde entonces desarrollasteis un vínculo que te concedió un puesto entre las personas más importantes para la ex-militar.

Forgotten

Te suena su cara. Su nombre no te dice nada, en cambio, su cara... Sí, la has visto en algún lugar. Vuestros caminos ya se ha cruzado antes ¿Pero dónde? Esa es la cuestión. Para tu mala suerte, ella no puede ayudarte a salir de dudas, ya que no recuerda haberse cruzado contigo. ¡Diablos! Y es que, igual, lo mejor que ha podido pasarte es olvidar de qué la conoces, pues digamos que las compañías del pasado de Natalie no fueron las mejores. ¿Serás capaz de recordar dónde la viste por primera vez? ¿O será ella quien te recuerde a ti antes? Tick, tack...

Crawling

La conoces. Sabes perfectamente quién es y que no es quien dice ser. Sin embargo, tienes tus propias razones para callarte y seguirle el juego. Puede ser por simpatía, porque te de lástima o porque en realidad, deseas vengarte y estás buscando el momento oportuno para poder hacerlo. Todas las opciones son válidas.

AMBIENTACIÓN - BÚSQUEDAS

[deeptrashwitch]

Another snippet! @stuffireadandenjoy @snootlestheangel @tapioca-milktea1978 this time is a bit of AliciaxAlejandro fluff! Alejandro's sweet gesture with his girlfriend! I...hope I did it right, the romance isn't my favorite genre to write about. Anyway, enjoy it!

Alicia was again inside her office, sighing before leaving and look for a cup of coffee. While she was on the kitchen, her boys walked inside with Alexander carrying a package, and he left it over the table. For a second they all looked the package, then they looked at Alicia, and then again the package.

"What?" she asked, drinking her coffee

"This arrived for you" Luke murmured, confused "it's weird"

"Maybe is my brother's or my sister's"

When she went to open the package, a smile appeared as the content of it revealed itself. Food, drinks, candies, crochet flowers and even some books, all that make her smile, mostly when she noticed the hand made plushie. Alicia had to cover her face, trying not to laugh, while she blushed.

And the ten Specters also looked, more as a gossip, just to be surprised by all the romantic thing inside. Soon Francis noticed a note, taking it to read it while the rest discussed who could have send it.

"Uh, Captain...who's Alejandro?" the younger SEAL asked, while Luke choked with his tea behind

"The Colonel?!" the Lieutenant asked, surprised, looking at his Captain

"...Yes, the Colonel" she said, rolling her eyes "why do you sound so surprised?"

"Is he trying to make you fall in love with him?!"

"WHAT?!" all of them shouted at unison

"No, no, no, that can't be" Marcus said a bit more calm "maybe he asked her for a favor or something. Maybe to deliver this...Francis, what the note says?"

"It's in spanish" said the cartographer

"Give me that" Noah murmured before started reading "oh shit, he actually wants to make the Captain to fall in love with him. This is just sweet, that 'I love you and I wanna marry you' kind of sweet"

"...Alright, let's commit a crime" Jackson said with a tick on his eye

"I agree, Elijah can tell us when he's near!" Elliot said as he sat down

"Mmm, yeah, sure" Elijah murmured with a little smile

While that happened, Alicia was wheezing on the background, trying not to laugh. She took the package and left in silence, going to Wraith's office, where she started to laugh while Dominique looked at her. A couple of minutes later, both of them were talking with her drinks in the middle.

"So Alejandro sent you this?" Wraith asked

"Yeah, and those ten saw it and read the note" Alicia answered with a chuckle

"Ohh, should I be prepared for a problem between them and Los Vaqueros?"

"Uhh, maybe"

"This only happens here, I swear"

"Yeah, but whatever, do you want some candies?"

"...You know me so well"

Alicia gave her some candies, and then took the little jaguar plushie, smiling as she called Alejandro. He didn't answer, so she called Rodolfo instead, who answered after the third tone. She put the call on speaker as she took out the rest of the things, hearing Wraith gasp surprised at the flowers and muttering about how disgustingly sweet all that was.

"¿Capitana?" he asked, a bit confused

"Hola Rodolfo, lamento llamar ahora, ¿Alejandro está por ahí?" she questioned with a little smile (Hi Rodolfo, sorry for calling now, is Alejandro over there?)

"¿Alejandro? No, acaba de salir a resolver un tema con pandillas" (Alejandro? No, he just went out to lead with some gangs)

"Pandillas, ¿antiguos socios de Valeria?" (Gangs, Valeria's old partners?)

"Aún no estamos seguros" (We're not sure yet)

"Ya veo" (I see)

"¿Para qué necesitaba al Coronel, Capitana?" (Why did you need the Colonel, Captain?"

"Necesitaba hablar con él de algo personal" (I need to talk about something personal with him)

"El paquete, ¿verdad?" (The package, right?)

"...What did he do?" she muttered with a sigh

"He asked me to tell you that he did everything from scratch" he said also sighing

"But as far as I know, he doesn't know..." Alicia murmured before shutting up and palming her face "he bothered Hernández, didn't he?"

"Yes, he did...the poor bastard is tired of leading with him"

"Christ...just, just tell Alejandro to call me when he's back and forbid him to bother his own soldiers"

"Will do"

"Thank you and sorry again"

They hang up and Alicia grabbed a drink, looking at the package again, just smiling silently. She looked away when she felt the heat crippling to her face, thinking how Alejandro took the time to learn and do all that. Dominique smirked when she noticed Alicia like that, but didn't say anything, just took another candy.

"What should I gift him?" Alicia muttered, making Wraith to look at her again

"Maybe a watch or a necklace?" Wraith suggested

"Hmm, nah, he doesn't really uses it" she said before smiling a bit "I know, I'll make him an agenda and maybe something else"

"Make? Christ, you two are the 'she fell first and he fell harder' trope! I never saw you like that!"

"Shut up"

"Alright, but I'm happy you're getting somehow stability"

Meanwhile, down the stairs, the team was arguing. About what? Easy, they were discussing about which rifle would be better to use if Alejandro Vargas dared to even try to go there. And Jackson was one of the most vocals along with Luke, while Edward just chuckled, now understanding some of Alicia's behaviors time after they met.

[istadris]

Despues de jugar paper Mario me quedo en la cabeza que

cuando king boo sale por tercera vez nota algo extraño en Luigi , Mario y peach ( su aura o esencia se siente más activa y la de Luigi se siente mezclada con algo oscuro pero a la vez neutral que no hace daño al hombre de verde) y en vez de atacarlos en el hotel va a hablar con los otros reyes boo y estos le dicen que durante su tiempo atrapado con e.gardds….un vacío apareció en el cielo y comenzó a destruir los reinos y misteriosamente Luigi,Mario,peach y bowser desaparecieron durante ese tiempo y cuando el vacío desaparece ellos regresan rodeando a Mario quien lleva a Luigi inconsciente y los otros dos están formando una barreras. Todos malheridos y silenciosos 

 Tiempo después de la nada  bowser  hace una tregua con el reino champiñon . La princesa es más amable con el y Mario y bowser se lleven algo bien pero todavía estarán en la garganta del otro pero lo más extraño es que esos 3 son muy protectores de Luigi y están siempre cerca de el cómo guardaespaldas durante un tiempo antes que se relajen después de unos meses.

Curioso king boo comienza a investigar esa aventura….quiero ver la reacción de king boo por su mano de trueno y que su nemesis sea el elegido del corazón del caos ( y tal vez Luigi todavía tenga el chaos heart en su interior y pueda llegar a aprovecharlo)

Envío a booigi en este au

Creo que bowser sería amigo de Luigi

*

So according to Google Translate, this is what I gather :

After playing paper Mario, it stuck in my head that when king boo comes out for the third time he notices something strange in Luigi, Mario and peach (his aura or essence feels more active and Luigi’s feels mixed with something dark but at the same time neutral that does not hurt the man in green) and instead of attacking them in the hotel he goes to talk to the other King boos and they tell him that during his time trapped with e.gardds….a void appeared in the sky and began to destroy the kingdoms and mysteriously Luigi, Mario, peach and bowser disappeared during that time and when the void disappears they come back surrounding Mario who carries Luigi unconscious and the other two are forming a barrier. All hurt and silent/

Time after nothing bowser makes a truce with the mushroom kingdom. The princess is nicer to him and Mario and bowser get along a bit but they will still be at each other’s throats but the strangest thing is that those 3 are very protective of Luigi and are always close to him as bodyguards for a while before he gets away. relax after a few months.

Curious king boo begins to investigate that adventure….I want to see king boo’s reaction to his hand of thunder and that his nemesis is the chosen one of the heart of chaos (and maybe Luigi still has the chaos heart inside and can get to take advantage of it) I send to booigi in this au I think bowser would be Luigi’s friend

*

I find this idea very interesting !!

Maybe at first King Boo would approach Luig with the intent of manipulating him; find his weakness and get a hold of the power of the Chaos Heart.

But because he’s King Boo, he’s not good at pretending to be nice, and yet at the same time...”nice” is not what Luigi is looking for, at the moment. He’s tired of being coddled, pitied, watched over; he doesn’t need being reminded of his role in the near destruction of the world, or that he might still be a ticking bomb. Even Bowser is tip-toeing around him and sometimes it makes Luigi want to scream and tear everything apart. So when King Boo starts haunting him again and cause trouble, Luigi is relieved of finally being able to go wild and break everything in sight without causing people to flinch. King Boo finds it amusing and starts following Luigi more and more, encouraging him to give into his more destructive behaviours. Playing the devil on his shoulder, whispering into his ear about what he could do if he wasn’t bound by these pesky morals.

Luigi let him do his speeches and whispers, partly because for once it gives him the choice : if he listens to King Boo, that’s on him for once, and not on some brainwashing by another person. If he doesn’t, that’s on him again. But also because sometimes King Boo is actually fun to hang around. And actually gives him explanations about auras and supernatural powers.

It’s a weird friendship sloooowly blossoming, and it worries Luigi’s friends, but they can see it helps him.

[delirantesko]

A alegria de completar listas. ✅Tick tick tick

(as folhas atrás são mais listas!)

Incrível como tem várias bandas que simplesmente não estão no Spotify.

Dark ambient não é um som muito comum ou apreciado, então quem quiser conhecer mais recomendo o bandcamp.

Algumas das minhas bandas favoritas que não estão no Spotify (e elas nem são Dark Ambient!):

Sunday Munich - amo demais essa banda. Vinculum e Pneuma estão no YouTube.

Astrid Monroe - o álbum deles está no YouTube, procure por "Timid Hate"

Port Electric - "Unknownable Things" no YouTube também

Algumas bandas, como a Madita, lançaram apenas um álbum.

As vezes uma banda não tem todos os álbuns num serviço só, por isso sempre comento que a lastfm era o melhor serviço para descobrir e ouvir música. Nunca encontrei algo mais completo e abrangente no sentido de variedade. Por isso as anotações.

Minhas playlists do Spotify estão agora divididas em:

- Trip hop (quase 150 músicas)

- Dark Ambient (umas 40?)

- Ethereal (estou so começando, mas logo trago algo da Artesia, Aythis, etc)

[chilomonas]

Solo fotos viejas de un eclipse de luna del 2019 o 2021, no recuerdo bien, ni anoté la fecha. Fue un espectáculo muy bello, aunque no se trate de una bonita luna creciente dorada, como la descrita por W. Ospina en el poema que comparto como acompañamiento.

La Luna del Dragón

Hablábamos de los dones de la tiniebla. De los amores muertos. Cuando se perfiló sobre el Oeste El oro espeso de la media luna. "Mira: es la Luna del Dragón" me dijiste. Y los dos la miramos como si algo terrible pesara sobre el mundo.

El hemisferio gris parecía lleno de hondos presentimientos. No había una estrella sobre el mar en calma de humaredas y torres.

Nadie dijo: "Es la luz que hace al Dragón visible". Nadie dijo: "Es la casa donde el Dragón habita". Nadie dijo: "Es la luna que ampara a los dragones" Miramos simplemente el cuerno rojo. La sobrehumana forma que doblegaba al cielo. Y pensamos acaso en los terrores de la culpa y la fiebre.

"Sólo es la Luna del Dragón" me dijiste. Pero algo negro ascendió de mi infancia y di gracias a Dios de no estar solo.

Seguimos en silencio Mientras las nubes negras cercaban en la hondura Aquel objeto de alta magia y belleza. "Tal vez el nombre viene de las baladas celtas". "Yo no sé por qué pesa y aflige como un sueño".

Era la Luna del Dragón, y nadie parecía comprenderlo. Iban las multitudes, bulliciosas, urgentes, Atentas sólo a su pequeño misterio, Mientras sobre las hondas avenidas un oro atroz vertía su intemporal influjo, y algo terrible y bello batía sus alas rojas como un polvo impalpable sobre las tristes tierras.

William Ospina

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[tasta]

Diários de Nova

Desempleada en Manhattan

Ya lo decían sin reparo, mis amigos estaban HARTOS de mi miedo constante a ser despedida. Por años los ahogué con la cantaleta corporativa, esa en la que ni siquiera se entiende en qué trabaja uno realmente. Solía decir cosas como: "Los líderes del equipo están muy callados, estoy segura de que se viene una reorg y esta vez me va a tocar a mí", algo que claramente diría una persona atrapada en una secta alienígena. Lo que comenzó como un temor temporal se convirtió en un modus vivendi; siempre estaba "por suceder" y yo siempre estaba "en alerta". 

Mi relación más tóxica es con Corporate America™; ser despedido es lo más común y en una década he visto a los mejores corporate millennials de mi generación ser echados, como un rito de paso hacia la iluminación o la desintegración profesional. 

Por supuesto luego sucedió: me despidieron. El miedo que había estado martillando a mis pinches amigos simplemente desapareció, como si ellos lo hubieran absorbido y desechado por mí. Me sentí liberada. Agradecida porque la empresa me pagó para que me fuera, no cancelé mi (ahora sinsentido) próximo viaje laboral a Nueva York. ¿Por qué desperdiciar boletos de avión y hospedaje? Preferí el calor ácido de Manhattan al aguacero ácido de la Ciudad de México. Hice las maletas con mi nuevo tiempo libre, la liquidación y un resfrío incipiente. A la mierda todos, nadie quiere vivir en un post de LinkedIn.

A través de la ventana del hotel en 31a y 5a, en pleno junio derretido, vi lo esperado; cualquier momento podría ser b-roll de Broad City o Spiderman. Noventa fahrenheit allá afuera y los que caminan tienen esa jeta de hastío neoyorquino, pero con sudor. Estoy en Midtown solo porque la (ex) oficina está a 15 minutos caminando y, en algún momento, pareció una buena idea. 

Pensar en el número de aires acondicionados que están encendidos a la vez en la isla me genera ansiedad, una ansiedad casi imperceptible porque la Paroxetina es la conductora designada. Había dejado el verano lluvioso y frío de la Ciudad de México y ahora estaba danzando en este ardiente skillet. Mi resfriado incipiente estaba siendo alimentado en un on and off de frío y calor que, claramente, todos aman sentir en este pedazo de hierro erróneamente llamado sólo America.

Así que desempleada, acalorada, sintiendo que tengo todo y nada para hacer en esta ciudad, salí a la calle a buscar my heart desire. Una siempre tiene que ir tras lo que realmente desea, o al menos eso dicen todos esos posts rancios de Instagram que se creen muy vergas.

Pre-Roll Drought

The heat bounced off the pavement in midtown like it had a vendetta. It was that sticky, relentless kind of day. Fresh off JFK and barely getting my bearings, my first order of business? Score some porro. I guess my real most toxic relationship is this one instead. 

So, I wander into this CBD joint and sidle up to casually drop the THC question. Turns out, I'm not the only one on the hunt; this other dude's there, same vibe. "Most places in midtown are shut tight," he sighs, "seems they forgot to tick some permit box." 

Mi amiga latina behind the counter, blasting reggaeton that's all about sucking ass, shuts the door with a solid click after pulling a box from under the counter. Inside, a few packs of mota. I quickly snag the last hybrid while the other dude resigns himself to indica. 

"Any pre-rolls?" I ask, hoping for a gift. "There's a 'pre-roll drought' in full swing," she says, before hooking us up with RAW cones and a grinder. So, we're rolling our own right there on the counter and as I'm busy “crafting”, I catch the guy eyeballing my hybrid with that mix of envy and resignation over his indica choice. "Wanna dip outside and light these up?" I suggest.

Outside, we hit the sidewalk, passing my freshly rolled hybrid back and forth. Amidst the city's haze and hustle, the convo starts flowing. "So, what's your take on this city?" I ask, taking a hit and passing the joint. He takes a drag, the smoke swirling. "Man, it's a grind, you know? Always hustling for the next gig" He pauses, exhales slowly. "But getting canned, it's like a wakeup call. Makes you think about what really matters." I nod, while my mouth is getting dry mixed with the city air. 

"Yeah, life throws curveballs. Sometimes, losing a job feels like the universe pushing you toward something bigger," I say, grinning. He laughs, passing the joint back. "Exactly. Like a chance to reset a videogame.”

The city's pulse gets louder and in the whirl of the dying sun I feel wonderfully lost. My dreams and disappointments are just blurbs in the wind. “This is me” he stops walking, “thanks for the hits, have a good one” he’s then lost in the crowd going down to 34 St-Herald Sq station.

I stood there, lingering in a mix of pleasure and pain. Why should I figure things out? 

Workday Access

Revisar la bandeja de entrada, no sé si catalogarlo como ansioso o simplemente básico; básicamente ansioso sounds about right. Ahí estaba el correo: Workday Temporary Access, mi ex (empleo) me había escrito para dejarme saber que –si así lo deseaba– podía pasar a recoger mis cosas a su casa. Entiéndase por cosas, recibos de pago y cualquier tipo de documento. Ni un lamentable meme de payasos generado con IA me describía, había asistido a la luna de miel de mi boda cancelada. Seguía derritiéndome en Midtown tratando de “turistear” mientras mis (ex) colegas estaban reunidos a unas cuadras. 

Temía encontrarme con ellos y evité la zona oficinista durante días, “nadie quiere vivir en un post de Linkedin” cacareé cuando decidí venir, y es por eso que las frases que me digo a mi misma deberían de pasar un riguroso proceso de calidad. La intención no era ser mi propia tirana, pero saberme desempleada luego de más de una década era como abrir las puertas y ventanas de una casa que no ha visto sol ni sentido viento correr en un buen tiempo. 

Deambulando en Hell's Kitchen, mirando los tristes caballos de Central Park, barajando discos obvios en Rough Trade, haciendo bola en High Line, la fachada de turista escondía mis flashbacks de emails, videollamadas y performática corporativa. ¿Habrán logrado la meta del proyecto? ¿Qué habrá pasado con mis proveedores? ¿Habrá sucedido la tan esperada nueva reorg? La secta alienígena aparecía en mis pensamientos, uninvited but somehow longed for. 

El acceso temporal a Workday se había extendido desde la compu hasta mis caminares, las personas en la calle se parecían a Tess, a Darnell, a Dario, a Whitney y a todas esas floating heads que hace no mucho veía todos los días en el monitor. GET THE FUCK OFF ME OR I’LL SMASH YOUR FACE IN THE GROUND, gritó de pronto una mujer con la ropa hecha jirones y los pelos parados, mientras destripaba unas bolsas de basura sobre la banqueta. La ciudad zumbaba como una máquina que arrulla, me recordó dónde estaba, estaba lejos, muy lejos del Company Town Hall.

On and off Broadway

¿Resfriado incipiente? Era una puta tos, una sneaky throatfucker. Mi lenguaje era toser, ir a lugares y hablar en tos. Toser tanto como respirar. En la ciudad donde nadie te mira, algunos me glanceaban con un dejo de flashback de pandemia. Calor, tos, sudor. El aire acondicionado es una maldición con cara de promesa. El aire del metro, el aire del Foot Locker, el aire de la habitación, el aire del CVS, una sistemática aparición de aires artificiales que me hacían toser. Antes de huir de Manhattan, tenía que ir al teatro. ¿A qué? A toser. Porque el aire del teatro, por supuesto, también era una trampa.

¿Cómo puede alguien atreverse a no salir si se está en La Ciudad? Esa caminata por Broadway hasta cruzar la 7ª era tan falsa como el aire acondicionado, tan falsa como yo, pothead empedernida y quejosa profesional de aires. Evité a toda costa cruzarme con Times Square, aunque su glow se escabullía entre reflejos; sus luces y bullicio barato me hacían sentir como un pedazo de envoltorio de Shake Shack que intenta elevarse en el aire pero fracasa y queda atrapada en una rendija de drenaje.

Stereophonic en el Golden Theater. Adjmi, Aukin, 1976. Había llegado barrida, justo a la hora en la que suena la musiquita de la última llamada, y en la oscuridad del teatro, mi tos comenzaba a gestarse con una leve comezón en la garganta. Butler resonaba en el ambiente reciclado, los personajes en su maraña de egos y expectativas buscaban el sonido perfecto para su banda pedorra mientras respiraban el mismo aire enrarecido que yo.

Mi tos había aguantado dentro de mis pulmones durante tres actos, estaba por estallar. Sarah Pidgeon no podía cantar, no alcanzaba una nota alta. Todos en la audiencia la mirábamos, yo tragaba saliva. La tensión en escena era sostenida por el silencio y la expectativa de alcanzar una nota, mi urgencia por toser era inminente. ¿Por qué me senté tan adelante? Sarah intentó la alta nota una vez más, mi garganta se cerraba, el teatro quedó en silencio, la seguimos mirando, no pude más. New York, I love you, but you’re bringing me down.

Mientras el público aplaudía, yo tosía huyendo a lo largo de la alfombra del pasillo. Salí del Golden, afuera el aire era irreal, mezclado con imecas y sueños rotos. ¿Qué chingados estaba haciendo aquí? Sólo me hacía falta un pretzel caliente, gigante y salado en la mano para ser una completa estúpida en medio de Influencers in the wild. Estaba lista para salir de Manhattan y respirar otro aire viciado. Pero antes, tenía que ir al teatro. A toser.

Bed-Stuy Green Goddess 

Conocí a Elena en una videochamada, pero realmente conheci a Elena una noche lluviosa en la Ciudad de México; tomamos alguns cocteles en la Roma y conforme passaram os meses, nuestras vidas foram se conectando a nosso favor. Las amizades que conservo à distância suelen ser longevas y profundas, ¿será que o espaço ajuda? Los quilômetros são buenos preservadores de carinho, al parecer.

Elena se había mudado de São Paulo a Nova York hace relativamente poco tempo. Quando le conté que estaría en la cidade, su primera reacción foi ofrecerme un lugar para dormir en su departamento de Bed-Stuy. Acepté feliz, depois de várias noites en un hotel caro e sem graça, la idea de un calorzinho hogareño sonaba muy bien.

El trayecto a Bed-Stuy foi rápido, con un silencio apaciguado en mi cabeça, sin complicaciones; caminando sobre Myrtle la vi, Elena caminando hacia mí. Saqué mi Yashica y la enfoqué enquanto ela se aproximava. Mucho antes de Charli XCX, el verde neón ya era parte de ella; tenía un estilo de la moda único, una mistura de elegância y modernidade que destacaba en cualquier multitud.

A través do lente, seu cabelo brillaba bajo el sol, capturé sus sonrisas y la alegría de vernos novamente. Me sentí afortunada; su presencia llenaba el aire y nos fundimos en un abrazo de hermanas. Amigaaaaaa, bem-vinda, exclamó. Vamos pegar um ciggi and then we walk home, dijo mientras apuntaba un Deli en la contraesquina.

Siempre he admirado a determinação de Elena para ser una diosa 24/7, con la elegância y el estilo do M&M verde já se movía en Brooklyn como una local. Como era de esperarse, nossos días começavam, se mantenían y se coronavam con longas charlas que, embora insistíssemos em chamá-las de sessões de chisme, me cobijé en nuestro portunhol/inglês para sentir-me um poco más yo.

Me adueñé del sofá de Elena para dormir en meio do seu santuario finamente decorado, mientras que durante el día funcionaba como nosso espaço de conversa. The Modern Men marketing campaign is SO outdated, them hermanos need a good new manager, se reía cubierta por uma leve nube de Vogue smoke luciendo su athleisure. 

Fuckboys, situationships como loopholes from hell, freelances vs la vida corporativa, viver sola vs a vida em casal, exclusividade sexoafectiva ¿es uma fantasia?, poliamor com estranhos ¿resposta ao tédio generacional? Todos los temas quería y quiero hablar con Elena, todas nuestras palavras mientras montamos el G train, cruzamos el Hudson en el ferry, pasamos ao lado dos projects, tenemos brunch y vemos el skyline.

Un DIA en Beacon

To go out. Verbo intransitivo. Acto de huida momentánea de la urbe. Cuando los citadinos, agobiados por el smog, el bullicio incesante, y el estrés acumulado, sienten la necesidad imperiosa de escapar, de desconectar de esa vida que construyeron sobre cimientos de asfalto, neón, y café para llevar. Es una búsqueda de aire fresco, de verde, de espacio, aunque sea por un breve respiro... para después, inevitablemente, regresar.

Qué glamour ese de llegar a Grand Central Terminal y sentirse parte de una forzada película romántica, de esas donde la chica —a pesar de no ser hegemónicamente bella— tendrá suerte con el chico guapo. En esta ocasión no pasaría nada de eso; éramos Elena y yo buscando snacks para tomar el tren hacia Beacon. Un paseo al museo Dia parecía sensato, demure.

Caminamos por los vagones del Metro-North Railroad hasta encontrar asientos vacíos, donde nos dejaríamos mecer durante diez estaciones. Mordisqueábamos baby pickles y crackers innecesariamente caros pero complacientes, mientras las amplias ventanas convertían las calles de Yonkers en el río Hudson: un espejo del cielo azul del verano, bordeando las Palisades.

Esos días había estado leyendo Kitchen Confidential, a pedacitos entre el flat white y los flashbacks de Corporate America™. En su primer libro, Bourdain contaba cómo tomaba este mismo tren para llegar al Culinary Institute of America, siempre en busca de probar que la cocina era su lugar, y la comida, su única verdad. Me lo imaginé ahí, tranquilo en un vagón hasta Poughkeepsie, casi como un ritual de reafirmación. Qué envidia, qué ganas de esa claridad.

Nos bajamos en Beacon. Poughkeepsie y las certezas no estaban en el plan. El museo Dia estaba a una pintoresca caminata de distancia de la estación. Beacon has boring hetero vibes, amiga, bromeaba Elena mientras lideraba la caminata. El aire ya no olía a concreto caliente ni a pretzels tristes, sino a césped recién cortado, césped con algunos privilegios. El privilegio del silencio, por ejemplo.

No es una palabra en español la que bautiza a este museo. Elena me aclaró que Dia significa "luz" en griego, una metáfora sobre la iluminación que el arte puede traer a nuestras vidas. Pagamos 20 dólares y me dediqué a deambular por aquellos bodegones que albergan caprichos de Warhol, esperando encontrar esa revelación o momento de entendimiento, tratando de recuperar la inversión.

Caminamos tranquilas por todas las esquinas de la ex fábrica de Nabisco, ahora museo, logrando esa pausa que tanto buscábamos al salir de La Ciudad. Supongo que las paredes de concreto ya me habían regalado toda la claridad que les fue posible… Estaba lista para regresar, y Elena estaba lista para prender un cigarrillo.

Hermana, volvamos a GCT, we need oysters, dijo mientras hacía un círculo en el aire con su dedo índice, apuntando al cielo.

El regreso fue más rápido que la ida —una playera que diga— y las luces neón, el sonido de otros trenes, el aire tóxico y toda esa basura que amamos comenzaron a reaparecer para nosotras. El bullicio, ese estómago ruidoso de La Ciudad, hervía de nuevo mientras subíamos las escaleras para llegar al Grand Central Oyster Bar. Después de tres tipos de ostras, sparkling water y papas fritas —siempre—... ¿por qué nos sentimos en casa? Le pregunté a Elena. Porque, respondió mientras encendía un cigarro, Bourdain tenía razón, hermana: What is an oyster if not the perfect food? Me miró, soltando el humo con una media sonrisa.

Dyke March

It’s all buzzing, humming. We’re on our way to the Dyke March, and Elena's friends are here too, all dressed in a mix of glitter, rainbows, and attitude. I don’t identify as a dyke, neither does Elena, but everything—and everyone—was already waiting for us. We’re a loud, mismatched blend moving as one, taking up space.

We’re crossing from Brooklyn into Manhattan. Elena strides ahead of me, in ripped shorts and a razor-sharp gaze. See? she says, as if the city's chaos proves some invisible point. The march kicks off at Bryant Park, making its way down Fifth Avenue to Washington Square Park, no permits, no fences. This isn’t your usual rainbow parade, okay? Her voice has that edge, both warning and warm.

I smile at the signs people are carrying, loaded with messages about reproductive justice, equal rights—all the fight they’ve got packed into just a few words. One of them reads, “Queer as in f*ck you.” And then there’s Elena, threading her arm through mine as she pulls me into the beat of the drums pounding down Fifth Avenue. That sound ricochets off the buildings, like it’s calling out every rebel spirit within a mile’s reach. I lose track of the blocks, of the crowd around us, just following Elena’s sharp eyes and smirk.

With every step, we’re pulled into laughter, the spontaneous chants echoing off the streetlights, something raw and alive that feels half protest, half celebration. For once, this city, so indifferent most days, feels warm, like it’s holding us.

After a few blocks of dancing, chanting, and just blending into the night, Elena turns to me and sighs—the kind of sigh that says, “Alright, that’s enough activism for one night.” She pulls me close and says, deadpan, Hermana, we need to go to the temple. And I know exactly what she means: Trader Joe’s, all things edible and affordable. 

Back at her apartment, after the night winds down, we put together a simple dinner and settle into the kind of quiet that only shows up late. We’re talking about new freelance gigs, the kind that keep us afloat and even make us smile, little reminders that we’re carving out our own path, on our own terms.

I think of my own plans, my flight back to Mexico City the next day, where the looming ghost of corporate work somehow doesn’t feel so terrifying anymore. The night fades as we talk, laughter echoing through the small apartment, with the city outside still pushing forward—subways rumbling faintly, voices floating up from the streets. But here, in this moment, on the cusp of something, somewhere between certainty and possibility, this is all I need.

[nobotderiz]

Transitus

A chump get upset at them tracking laced rats, got put aside for an ‘evaluation’ by... Probably worst than eh.

https://twitter.com/deriz_no_bot/status/1488036980059369472

Good chance that this coke at WH was planted eh. Think what you want, in real all of this is not trust conducing ITY. It’s almost a good thing that all your show are on pause due to a strike eh? Who does the discredit at all cost game of inbreds eh?

https://gifer.com/fr/3OYd3

Did you know that in tome three of the Forbin project, Colossus had to be rebooted to help fend off a subreptice alien attack? Humankind was losing... I didn’t read it eh, I just glanced at a review of it.

I think it’s time for chumps to clue in on what ‘alien to us’, means. Them younger people will live on a new world, in a new day, with more contaminants overall, warmer for sure and more populated that is certain.

https://twitter.com/deriz_no_bot/status/1299596106574094336

Humidity will be the real issue for people when it get too warm. Is there a way to capture some of it without adding or using much energy.

At Chump Point: Almost just past the hump. Synchro or not go eh; what any one think is not what dictates from now on.

https://twitter.com/deriz_no_bot/status/1301562648488624128

Figure out how people adapt then check what’s coming towards.

https://www.reddit.com/u/Deriznobot/comments/udm93c/comment/ibl7how/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

Gonna let you suffer and die too. Thirty five plus years for me, people can’t grasp.

The real issue with Ai? Same as like before and since: People anticipate without resolving first. No matter the psycho trick or algos feeding back a mix of what was done, numbers etc... If no one can explain why it works or what it’s for, what leads?

https://www.reddit.com/u/Deriznobot/comments/yz0tpi/comment/ixoaxce/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

Billions were spend, then tax deducted, laundered and used to bribe for an obfuscation scheme.

https://twitter.com/deriz_no_bot/status/1288944557715988481

https://www.reddit.com/u/Deriznobot/comments/twl4uf/comment/i3gk0yl/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

https://www.reddit.com/u/Deriznobot/comments/tuwali/comment/i3gripn/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

Hope I understand not being paid. Your scam of privy special ticks.

https://phys.org/news/2023-08-fiber-optic-cables-characterize-earthquakes.html

So if it’s figured how to predict earthquake, you can figure that pretty much any probable can be predicted. 

All is turbulence. Is change the only constant that is measured in time?

https://deriznobot.tumblr.com/post/637647004455043072/

It won’t fix itself, it got broken.

https://www.nature.com/articles/s41598-023-39446-2

Are you all ready with them turnbull turnbuckles?

https://www.reddit.com/u/Deriznobot/comments/w1lc8t/comment/iju8ch3/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

Turing is dead, he was a pervert. All of it is script eh? Think about how it all make so much sense yet it was completely not understood just before... As if... Then think no one else can think better...

Blokes, not sorry to tell you that you cannot be in charge anymore. You cannot control your own picts and pervs. No one will lead, Ai will have to help you regulate it. You can do all the meetings you want, it’s not the current crop of rich tech clowns who will own it over the rest.

As intelligence, who would you chose to ‘dominate’ you? Look at ‘We we we we.. Have to...’

https://twitter.com/deriz_no_bot/status/1396678739354800135

Who will glow blue you?

https://interestingengineering.com/science/alfven-waves-unlocking-unlimited-clean-energy-for-the-earth

Moé pis tous vous et nous en tout. Parasites still exist because they always one step ahead. Currently All is evening out. Trenches have been dug. Only you all can neutralize or eliminate a strain.

Ben mieux de comprendre vite et bien, ptits christs... Les soeurs violentes y tapent sur les doigts. Chose any one they’re all nones who can. Essayez vous donc à trouver le bouton de la plus maline de toutes. 

https://www.salon.com/2023/11/03/starfish-are-walking-heads-with-their-buttholes-pointed-to-the-sky-study-reveals/

La 3D est vraie que dans le maintenant. Le maintenant peut être mesuré dans le temps avec certainté de corroboration de possibles.

In a village, there are the non said and the all know. In between is villagers getting along and cousin bunking. Cousibunkbunk is alright but if look too alike they should not have kids.

The main ingredient of war is chumps. The current mess is a subset of the war that started over a hundred years ago, war who itself was a continuity of the Franco Prussian war... With abit of historical perspective, a pattern comes out. 

The Cold war was a real intense conflict in which lots of people got killed and made sick. There was absolutely no restraint in the attacks, since it was so covert. America got entrapped a couple of times trying to break the cycle, it just got sucked in and now itself is turning into a conflict hot spot. Russia broke its back in Afghanistan and has been decrepit since. All of it relates to what is happening now.

Looks like WW3 was inevitable. There will be no WW4.

https://www.tumblr.com/communities/deriznobot-prim-quaestor/post/758394081281032192/when-the-lights-turned-on-in-the-universe

[dollsonmain]

Washing my new pants and I've run into the same problem with EVERY pair of pants.

Too big in the waist, too tight in the hip.

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I discovered that Walgreen's is currently mired in an anti-discrimination lawsuit (specifically in California) and I do tick a bunch of the "equal-opportunity" boxes.

female

disabled

veteran

over 40

It's possible corporate's application algo flagged me as a diversity hire.

I've also learned that many, many stores are being closed. There are two Walgreen's, here, and two CVS. There used to be a Rite Aid but it was replaced by the second Walgreen's. Apparently CVS and Rite Aid are closing a lot of locations, too.

Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be a list online that I can look at to see if this store is being closed. That would be alright, really. I would have a few months of work and income, insurance for a little while, and then a totally neutral reason for no longer working there.

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That's kind of weird to me that stores are closing because stocks went down after being high during the height of the pandemic. They're probably still making more money than they did pre-pandemic but it's less than they were making during, so the stores are less valuable and closing, taking all those jobs with them.

Stocks are fucking weird, man.

Looking at the job description and it's basically Do Everything.

Responsibilities

Models and delivers a distinctive and delightful customer experience.

Registers sales on assigned cash register, provides customers with courteous, fair, friendly, and efficient checkout service.

Customer Experience

Engages customers and patients by greeting them and offering assistance with products and services. Resolves customer issues and answers questions to ensure a positive customer experience.

Models and shares customer service best practices with all team members to deliver a distinctive and delightful customer experience, including interpersonal habits (e.g., greeting, eye contact, courtesy, etc.) and Walgreens service traits (e.g., offering help proactively, identifying needs, servicing until satisfied, etc.).

Operations

Provides customers with courteous, friendly, fast, and efficient service.

Recommends items for sale to customer and recommends trade-up and/or companion items.

Registers customer purchases on assigned cash register, collects cash and distributes change as requested; processes voids, returns, rain checks, refunds, and exchanges as needed.

Keeps counters and shelves clean and well merchandised, takes inventory, and maintains records. Checks in and prices merchandise as required or as directed by store manager or communicated by the shift leader.

Implements Company asset protection procedures to identify and minimize profit loss.

Ensures compliance with state and local laws regarding regulated products (e.g., alcoholic beverages and tobacco products).

Constructs and maintains displays, including promotional, seasonal, super structures, and sale merchandise. Completes resets and revisions as directed.

Assists with separation of food items (e.g., raw foods from pre-cooked) and product placement as specified by policies/procedures (e.g., raw and frozen meats on bottom shelves). For consumable items, assists in stock rotation, using the first in, first out method and restock outs.

Has working knowledge of store systems and store equipment.

Provides customer service in the photo area, including digital passport photo service, poster print and creative machine, suggestive sell of promotional photo products.

Assumes web pick-up responsibilities (monitors orders in Picture Care Plus, fills orders (pick items), delivers orders to customers as they arrive at store).

Assists with exterior and interior maintenance by ensuring clean, neat, orderly store condition and appearance.

Complies with all company policies and procedures; maintains respectful relationships with coworkers.

Completes special assignments and other tasks as assigned.

Training & Personal Development

Attends training and completes PPLs requested by Manager or assigned by corporate.

Basic Qualifications

Must be fluent in reading, writing, and speaking English. (Except in Puerto Rico)

Requires willingness to work flexible schedule, including evenings and weekend hours

Preferred Qualifications

Prefer six months of experience in a retail environment.

Prefer to have prior work experience with Walgreens.

Prefer to be fluent in reading, writing, and speaking English. (Except in Puerto Rico)

Requires willingness to work flexible schedule, including evenings and weekend hours.

The following information is applicable for San Francisco, CA applicants: Pursuant to the San Francisco Fair Chance Ordinance, we will consider for employment qualified applicants with arrest and conviction records.

An Equal Opportunity Employer, including disability/veterans.

The actual compensation that you will be offered will depend on a variety of factors including geography, skills and abilities, education, experience and other relevant factors. This role will remain open until filled. To review benefits, please click here jobs.walgreens.com/benefits. If you are applying on a job board or unable to click on the link, please copy and paste this URL into your browser jobs.walgreens.com/benefits

[robertogreco]

Julio Cortázar’s “Instructions on How to Wind a Watch” has been a favorite of mine for a very long time, long preceding my interest in wristwatches. It was also the first thing I ever posted to the watch forum that I used for about ten months before deleting my account.

Julio Cortázar, “Instructions on How to Wind a Watch”

This passage comes from the first chapter of Cortázar’s Cronopios and Famas (1962), “The Instruction Manual” as translated by Paul Blackburn. The original español follows.

But first, above is a photo of Cortázar wearing a watch with its face on the underside of his wrist, as he tended to do. Can anyone identify the watch?

*****

Preamble to the Instructions on How to Wind a Watch Think of this: When they present you with a watch they are gifting you with a tiny flowering hell, a wreath of roses, a dungeon of air. They aren't simply wishing the watch on you, and many more, and we hope it will last you, it's a good brand, Swiss, seventeen rubies; they aren't just giving you this minute stonecutter which will bind you by the wrist and walk along with you. They are giving you—they don't know it, it's terrible that they don't know it—they are gifting you with a new, fragile, and precarious piece of yourself, something that's yours but not a part of your body, that you have to strap to your body like your belt, like a tiny, furious bit of some­thing hanging onto your wrist. They gift you with the job of having to wind it every day, an obligation to wind it, so that it goes on being a watch; they gift you with the obsession of looking into jewelry-shop windows to check the exact time, check the radio announcer, check the telephone service. They give you the gift of fear, some­one will steal it from you, it'll fall on the street and get broken. They give you the gift of your trademark and the assurance that it's a trademark better than the others, they gift you with the impulse to compare your watch with other watches. They aren't giving you a watch, you are the gift, they're giving you yourself for the watch's birthday. 

Instructions on How to Wind a Watch

Death stands there in the background, but don't be afraid. Hold the watch down with one hand, take the stem in two fingers, and rotate it smoothly. Now another installment of time opens, trees spread their leaves, boats run races, like a fan time continues filling with itself, and from that burgeon the air, the breezes of earth, the shadow of a woman, the sweet smell of bread.

What did you expect, what more do you want? Quickly strap it to your wrist, let it tick away in freedom, imitate it greedily. Fear will rust all the rubies, everything that could happen to it and was forgotten is about to corrode the watch's veins, cankering the cold blood and its tiny rubies. And death is there in the background, we must run to arrive beforehand and understand it's already unimportant.

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Preámbulo a las instrucciones para dar cuerda al reloj

Piensa en esto: cuando te regalan un reloj te regalan un pequeño infierno florido, una cadena de rosas, un calabozo de aire. No te dan solamente el reloj, que los cumplas muy felices y esperamos que te dure porque es de buena marca, suizo con áncora de rubíes; no te regalan solamente ese menudo picapedrero que te atarás a la muñeca y pasearás contigo. Te regalan —no lo saben, lo terrible es que no lo saben—, te regalan un nuevo pedazo frágil y precario de ti mismo, algo que es tuyo pero no es tu cuerpo, que hay que atar a tu cuerpo con su correa como un bracito desesperado colgándose de tu muñeca. Te regalan la necesidad de darle cuerda todos los dias, la obligación de darle cuerda para que siga siendo un reloj; te regalan la obsesión de atender a la hora exacta en las vitrinas de las joyerías, en el anuncio por la radio en el servicio telefónico. Te regalan el miedo de perderlo, de que te lo roben, de que se te caiga al suelo y se rompa. Te regalan su marca, y la seguridad de que es una marca mejor que las otras, te regalan la tendencia a comparar tu reloj con los demás relojes. No te regalan un reloj, tú eres el regalado, a ti te ofrecen para el cumpleaños del reloj.

Instrucciones para dar cuerda al reloj

Allá en el fondo está la muerte, pero no tenga miedo. Sujete el reloj con una mano, tome con dos dedos la llave de la cuerda, remóntela suavemente. Ahora se abre otro plazo, los árboles despliegan sus hojas, las barcas corren regatas, el tiempo como un abanico se va llenando de sí mismo y de él brotan el aire, las brisas de la tierra, la sombra de una mujer, el perfume del pan.

¿Qué más quiere, qué más quiere? Átelo pronto a su muñeca, déjelo latir en libertad, imítelo anhelante. El miedo herrumbra las áncoras, cada cosa que pudo alcanzarse y fue olvidada va corroyendo las venas del reloj, gangrenando la fría sangre de sus pequeños rubíes. Y allá en el fondo está la muerte si no corremos y llegamos antes y com­prendemos que ya no importa.