Dystopian Landscapes

...and a hundred baby spiders came out... and they ate her

If as humans we are not in contact with our memories, what is left of us if we have no relationship with our past?

Implants. Those aren't your memories, they're somebody else's.

I remember that in Bucaramanga I kept going up the stairs. My uncle caught me just in the moment I was falling.

The man was playing oblivious to the crowd during rush hour. I have a few seconds to capture this moment. Where was I going?

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