Mario Villalobos


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I dreamt that I told the devil to fuck off, then heard a young child’s joyful laughter as I lied frozen in bed. I hadn’t had night terrors in a long time, and I forgot how terrifying they can be. I fell back asleep and dreamt that a pair of demons chased me but stopped when I introduced them to YouTube. One of them looked like Keith David, and I think we were having a good time but then my alarm went off.

I felt sad yesterday, and I wasn’t sure why. I thought about seasons and the space in between them. I’m in the middle of a transition, but I’m unsure of where I’m going. I tried to focus on my tools to get a semblance of control back into my life, and I felt like a pendulum swinging back and forth between digital and analog tools. I spent last night playing my guitar and reading Kafka on the Shore in bed. I set my devices to do not disturb and wrote in my notebooks. This phase is quiet. The rain sounds nice.