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The Small, Sad Freud Museum in Vienna
After listing various museums, walks, and cafes, my friend added, almost as an afterthought, “Of course you could also visit the small, sad, Freud Museum.” For some reason, I didn’t ask, “Why sad?” at the time. Instead, with excitement, I…
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Entre Reflejos y Cicatrices
en aquellas aguas del caribe que cantan de ti y de mi que nos pide regresemos a ese nuestro destino
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Homecoming
The lifespan of a Père David’s deer is roughly eighteen years. You often think you only lived until eighteen. Then you died in a way no one else recognizes. You’re a walking corpse, shipped home and paraded around, bearing the…
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Fall In Love Mid-Sentence
I have never fallen in love at first sight. I fall in love mid-sentence, in the hush that follows a difficult question, in the small electric pause before someone changes their mind aloud. Some people remember faces. I remember arguments,…
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The Veiled Passion of Stephen Malkmus
His heart is not on display: It’s hidden below all these clever turns of phrase. Like a reverse Springsteen, holding the heart so gently under the sleeve you might barely see the outline of its beating center.
