My first publication! This is the format that I have given to my research proposal for a scholarship that could fund the process of research and the creation of a design proposal. I am actually quite pleased with the result! 

btw. I am overwhelmed with shit loads of work to do.

I dont know if you've ever had this feeling. As a minimalist of sorts, I enjoy imperfection, randomness, the non-sensical, the aesthetic and the conceptual. Also those things that completely blind my rational being and make me all feelings -like Jarman's The Garden-. 

Sometimes walking ahead blindfolded, or in what you think is a straight line, you smell the wonderful smell of Lavender. Simple and pleasing.

I am not very much into jewels, but I do enjoy them when I have my eyes closed, as I do notice them by their shimmering reflections. Is the light bouncing on them that makes them so attractive, not the stone itself.

What stays with you, in your memory, are not the geometrical shapes of the stone, but rather the feeling, the moment, the light. It stays there, ethereally. 

I don't usually dedicate a post to anyone here, but lately it is been difficult to see the light, or the Northern Lights. But still Claudia its always been that smell, that reflection that I can notice even when I am blindfolded, or numb. Its my ubiquitous aurora. She's always there. And I am eternally thankful that the phenomenon of inertia has made our paths cross.

She is timeless. Proposing to compare her to a waterfall might be the best comparison I could ever make. Always running. Always vividly straight ahead ,always running, yet always calm, in control. 

Strong.

To be honest, I can't express all what Claudia means to me. 

I miss you. And I am going to make sure that I visit you soon, as that Lavender moment it is difficult to find but very much enjoyable, and full of meaning and enjoyment.

If this was a text and xoxo was the closing, xoxo would be xoxo²⁰⁰⁰.

If I suddenly die I will issue my university for trying to teach me how to be ambitious, a perfectionist, to engage in sports, to be polite, to learn from each other, to cooperate, to collaborate, to be hard-working, to be competitive, efficient and organised. I might as well use all this to my detriment.

I feel I 've been working at the library for too long...

I think I've become... for reference only.

Beauty, empathy, and a incredibly deep sense of relief, all in Derek Jarman's The Garden.

It makes me feel proud of what I am, and what I have yet to project onto myself.

Maybe the reason for the humans to be so frustrated -with their experience of their existence- is that the scale of conception of the human brain greatly surpasess its reach via its physycal scale.

The scope of aprehension of the brain vastly surpases that of the physical action. We are somehow defective.

Muchas veces me acuerdo de Katy. Me acuerdo que muchas veces le escuchaba hablar completamente perdido o atónito.

Y es que yo ya sabia que tenia la costumbre de saltar de un tema a otro de manera espontánea, sin inmutarse. Pero aveces, lo que era mas impresionante todavia, es que intercalaba pensamientos totalmente aleatorios, para su (y mi) sorpresa.

Era consciente pero al parecer, incontrolable.

Y es esta costumbre que tenemos los seres animados de darle nombre a todo, cosa de la que no paro de sorprenderme, que resulta que el extraño habito de Katy de ser prolificamente incoherente, desde un punto de vista logico o normativo, tambien tiene nombre: excurso y/o digresión.

Thoughts on Nothing Less than Literal, Architecture after Minimalism...

I do not see life as a cognitive enterprise. I think that what gives sense to my life is the aesthetic moment. And I rather say the aesthetic moment rather than beauty, as it seems to be a term that has a positive connotation. But this moments are not only pictorial, they are also a set of meanings, intentions and individual psychological situations. Pictorialism, like an image, its frozen in time, and therefore upon viewing its a projected reality (in our minds). Therefore, much for the detriment of misanthropy, cannot be devoid of humanity.

Todo el mundo sabe que cada momento que vives es un puñetazo a la inercia.  Es un momento anti-natura. La mentira no es la muerte, pero puede que la muerte sea una mentira, esponsorizada por las cuchillas de afeitar Gilette.

Cada momento de aumento de cognición, es un cambio en tu estado perceptivo.
El conocimiento es una herramienta de cambio para la experiencia de nuestro entorno, y no del mundo, porque que yo sepa, nunca hemos experimentado el mundo.

Vivimos en actitud de negación, pero quizás porque nos ayuda a sobrevivir como individuos en sociedad.

Las superficies platónicas de las esculturas griegas han calado tan profundo en nuestro consciente que solo el subconsciente es capaz de revelarnos realidades alternativas.

Si google es Dios, si Dios es la madre tierra, y la madre tierra se mueve por el movimiento primigenio generado en el Big Bang, cada vez que te caes sucumbes al poder de la inercia, de Dios y de la Tierra. La Tierra como ente, que sino no, no podemos verbalizarlo y apropiarnoslo para esta conversación indecente.