¿Qué hice? I know but I’ll still ask. We share things and then push away, that is so natural. There’s a small radio in my alley that sings songs of every emotion. It plays continuously and I can never find it to turn the dial. I have a problem, spinning wine bottles and cigarettes through the holes beneath the ground dew. Because maps and tacks and paper bags on the wall talk too, and ¿who am I? The crevices in my skin don’t feel all too real when the sun bathes them- all my dirt and hair and fear. This is not the last time toy boats will float in rhythms. Beating hearts will always conquer us and the fires we build in the streets. And the chains we find there won’t stick around for long, or even change color if we desire.
Run children there’s much to see.
A month here and I’ve nestled in quite well. Time’s moving too quickly but it always does. Next week will be my first week with all my classes, which are…(if you’re interested):
Philosophical Anthropology (UCA), The Anthropology of Music (UBA), The New Argentine Cinema in the Latinoamerican Context (FLACSO), Spanish (FLACSO), and Advanced Percussion (non-academic)
More than excited to really delve into these subjects a fondo. Already I’ve met three times with my Philosophical Anthropology class and it’s really captivating; we talked about nihilism today and the voluntud of the individual that creates reality— la calidad de valores simply thrown out the sphere of objectivity. Giovanni Reale (Italian philosopher) then argues that el amor (love) acts as the ultimate therapy for nihilism. Hmm. Real interesting stuff.
An Argentine girl took notes for me yesterday in English; it was such a nice gesture I didn’t know what to do when she gave them to me. People at UCA have treated me with a cool kindness that is nice to experience. I try to reciprocate.
The city is still grand.
Run children there’s much to see.
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