What I Found in a Runner’s Dawn
I ran inside the shoes of a man who wakes before sunrise to outrun the heaviness of yesterday. His soles hit the pavement like quiet apologies to himself. His breath
Los Zapatos de Diciembre
Me puse en los zapatos de diciembre. Estaban cansados de una forma que te obliga a pausar antes de romperte. Diciembre respiró profundo. Tomó el año entero en sus manos.
Hopes in One Foot. Worries in the Other
I was the “rush” toward the school bell. Inside the teacher’s shoes, the pace was impossible: hopes in one foot, worries in the other. She rehearsed encouragement under her breath,
Cruzando la Calle en Tiempo Prestado
Me puse en los zapatos de un anciano que esperaba junto a una avenida algo transitada. Su bastón era su todo. Sus pasos avanzaban despacio. La calle iba demasiado rápido
In the Street Jazzer’s Shoes
I stepped into the shoes of a street sax player who chooses the same forgotten corner almost every day. His shoes vibrated with each note. The pavement felt like a
Unrottening
A walker is a healer who unrottens from the inside out 360 degrees rain or shine no matter what the Himalaya is the trauma a walker is a healer who
Mon Laferte’s Shoes
I have been in Mon Laferte’s shoes for a while. I memorized one of her songs by listening to it over and over and then another song, and then another…
GoInYouTravel
I desperately needed a break. I saw a travel agency called GoInYouTravel while walking in the old town. It was time to leave this cold place. So I opened the door:
Later
Fasten your dreambelt. Today we’ll fly to places that have never been discovered before. We will leave no footprints behind. Not even carbon ones. Nothing physical we’ll feel. Just the
Not You Dress
“Work” is a dress. An ugly dress or an exciting dress or a boring dress or a curing dress… It’s an itchy but necessary idea to invest more time thinking