Early-life crisis

Early-life crisis

I DON’T KNOW WHAT I WANT TO DO WITH MY LIFE. By this point, my parents had two kids. A house. Actual jobs. They paid taxes and knew how mortgages worked. I have two guitars. A skateboard. About four-part time jobs. I think I have health insurance but I am not even...
The many-faced friend

The many-faced friend

Last Friday I was at a party in my old studio in the industrial neighbourhood of Poblenou, Barcelona. It was alright. I hate techno. But I love dancing. So was weakly attempting the techno fist pump, vaguely wondering what all the fuss was about. Sometimes I think...