"This was another of our fears: that Life wouldn't turn out to be like Literature"

Skyscrapers and statues

“did you think i was a city
big enough for a weekend getaway
i am the town surrounding it
the one you’ve never heard of
but always pass through
there are no neon lights here
no skyscrapers or statues
but there is thunder
for i make bridges tremble”

Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey


Barcelona, 2017

(*)Cause I’ve been scared of crowded places


Story of Your Life

“I thought to myself, the ray of light has to know where it will ultimately end up before it can choose the direction to begin moving in. I knew what it reminded me of.”

“We experienced events in an order, and perceived their relationship as cause and effect. They experienced all events at once, and perceived a purpose underlying them all. A minimizing, maximizing purpose.”

Ted Chiang, Stories of Your Life and Others


Empordà, 2017

(*)And thousands upon thousands made an ocean

From lost to found

“There’s no way to know what makes one thing happen and not another. What leads to what. What destroys what. What causes what to flourish or die or take another course.”

“I knew that if I allowed fear to overtake me, my journey was doomed. Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves, and so I chose to tell myself a different story from the one women are told. I decided I was safe. I was strong. I was brave. Nothing could vanquish me.”

Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail


Rio de Janeiro, 2015

(*)Send me on my way

Magical Thinking

“Yet I had always at some level apprehended, because I was born fearful, that some events in life would remain beyond my ability to control or manage them. Some events would just happen. This was one of those events. You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.”

Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking


Lago di Como, 2016

(*)Giving in, like I’m staring at the sun

2016: a year in books

  • Me ha marcadoA Little Life, de Hanya Yanagihara (Doubleday).
  • Descubrimiento literario del añoReparar a los vivos, de Maylis de Kerangal (Anagrama).
  • Me ha hecho reír: Heartburn, de Nora Ephron (Vintage).
  • Me ha hecho llorar: Grief is the Thing with Feathers, de Max Porter (Faber).
  • He leído en la playa: Station Eleven, de Emily St. John Mandel (Vintage).
  • He leído escuchando música: Instrumental, de James Rhodes (Blackie Books).
  • He leído en un avión: The Uncommon Reader de Alan Bennett (Faber).
  • Me ha perturbado: Hausfrau, de Jill Alexander Essbaum (Pan Macmillan).
  • Me ha generado preguntas: The Argonauts, de Maggie Nelson (Melville House).
  • Me ha emocionado: Our Chemical Hearts, de Krystal Sutherland (Hot Key Books).
  • He leído sin poder parar: Luckiest Girl Alive, de Jessica Knoll (Simon & Schuster) y Me Before You, de Jojo Moyes (Michael Joseph).
  • Me ha decepcionado: Me llamo Lucy Barton, de Elizabeth Strout (Duomo).

    Cuba, 2016

    (*)You’ve got to read, but you don’t wanna reach the end

Reparar a los vivos

“(…)Algún día tendrá que saber en qué sentido discurre el tiempo, si es lineal o describe las vueltas de un hula-hop, si forma círculos, se enrosca como la nervadura de una concha, si puede adoptar la forma de ese tubo que repliega la ola, aspira el mar y el universo entero en su reverso oscuro, sí, tendría que comprender de qué está hecho el tiempo que pasa.”

Maylis de Kerangal, Reparar a los vivos


Llafranc, 2016

(*)I can’t hold on to an empty space

The Lonely City

“You can be lonely anywhere, but there is a particular flavour to the loneliness that comes from living in a city, surrounded by millions of people.

Cities can be lonely places, and in admitting this we see that loneliness doesn’t necessary require physical solitude, but rather an absence or paucity of connection, closeness, kinship: an inability, for one reason or another, to find as much as intimacy as desired.”

Olivia Laing, The Lonely City. Adventures in the Art of Being Alone


New York, 2015

(*)This will be just places to me now

Something must linger

“She had never entirely let go of the notion that if she reached far enough with her thoughts she might find someone waiting, that if two people were to cast their thoughts outward at the same moment they might somehow meet in the middle.”

“He had an idea—too sentimental to speak aloud and he knew none of his divorced friends would ever own up to it—that something must linger, a half-life of marriage, some sense memory of love even if obviously not the thing itself. He thought these people must mean something to one another, even if they didn’t like one another anymore.”

Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven


Cuba, 2016

(*)This is how we walk on the moon


The Girls

“So much desire, at that age, was a willful act. Trying so hard to slur the rough, disappointing edges of boys into the shape of someone we could love. We spoke of our desperate need for them with rote and familiar words, like we were reading lines from a play. Later I would see this: how impersonal and grasping our love was, pinging around the universe, hoping for a host to give form to our wishes.”

Emma Cline, The Girls


Bologna, 2016

(*)A head full of dreams

A Little Life

“The only trick of friendship, I think, is to find people who are better than you are -not smarter, not cooler, but kinder, and more generous, and more forgiving- and then to appreciate them for what they can teach you, and to try to listen to them when they tell you something about yourself, no matter how bad -or good- it might be, and to trust them, which is the hardest thing of all. But the best, as well.”

Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life


Brazil, 2015

(*)Sitting with the poison takes away the pain.