12 months in some bullets...
• Still stuck in Chile.
• Virus, got sick.
• Daily to weekly riots. Tear gas, (still almost daily) with chemical and toxic compounds detrimental to health. Fuck authority and those who obey.
• Lots of violence and the virus has kept many people sleeping in the parc or on the ground close to where I’m staying. One night I got out for a walk, saw two guys get stabbed, one got killed, then I returned and was asked by a man who lives on the street in his wheelchair to buy him food and if I would be so kind to throw away his two small buckets of daily warmly brewed vomit because he’s dealing with a stomach issue. I couldn’t refuse his misery. .
• Sounds I’m complaining. My ego needs nourishment? Poor me? Fact is, I met a girl who took me from my optional tent into her house. Suposedly only for a couple of days to help me out. Days became weeks and weeks became months and I got to know one of the most beautiful persons I have met in my life.
• In and out lockdown I skip all media that doesn’t serve me. Focuss on what’s in your control. Don’t pollute the mind. In addition, meditate. Don’t go kookook.