A casual chat A chance encounter, a friendly stranger, and a new story I didn’t even realize she’d been watching me. Maybe that’s why I jumped when I heard: —You okay? —Yeah, I said. —Thanks, I’m fine. —You sure? You’re crying. I couldn’t help laughing. —Yeah, it’s just… I write, and sometimes I make myself
Between words A chance meeting, unspoken truths, and the bonds we form beyond words. It’s curious where words of comfort can come from. They had met at work—one of those places where, rationally, no one would want to work but still felt grateful to have. They shared a few things in common: both were from
El Churito In a world of innocent mischief and quiet rebellion, a small spark ignites a story of hope, courage, and the unyielding spirit of the South. Down there, near the border, lives El Churito; in fact, if there were a direct road, the border would be very close, but there isn’t a direct road,
The Genius Arises A long-forgotten muse reawakens, demanding a story to be told. I read somewhere—or perhaps I heard it in a conversation—that in ancient times, the Greeks and Romans believed that creativity—that ability to create something new: paintings, plays, sculptures, music, scientific concepts, or whatever it might be—did not stem from within the individual,
The mysterious stranger In the darkness, he appeared. In the light, he was gone. – Bro, do you believe in angels? – Angels? No, no I don’t think I believe in them, my friend replied directly. Why? Do you? – No, not really… Well, I don’t know. It’s just… there’s a story. – What? Did