Creating unfinished texts / Publicando textos inacabados
I had to spent some time living on my own, recluded.
Since when I was a child, I always had this strange relationship with people and language, how to express myself properly, how to interact with the proper words not to hurt or mingle too much with anybody else’s lifes. You know, words are like small little fireworks you throw to others: you can control them at the throwing, but you cannot know how or when they are going to explode.
So I decided to relate to them through their own fiction. That’s it. My own fiction seemed hadly relatable. I couldn’t express a beginning nor an end of my own, nor establishing a proper character or defined relatioship between them. The key to relations is to relate, anyway. Relate, that is to draw points, to match them in infinite ratios