Money is talking from the need to pay, from the need
to honor, which is a very interesting thing, because who actually cares about
it? Mostly, people who want to do good though. People with honor culture are
the ones who feel the need to use their money from hard work to pay debts. Doesn’t
that deserve a major consideration? I mean, if I ask for a loan to honor my
debts, shouldn’t it be like: Well done, Sir, let’s make it happen, and
not turn their back on the requester? What a system!
October has not brought any cold yet. It feels more
like we’re still leaving summer rather than being in autumn though. The bed is
not made yet and it’s not going to be made for the day. Nirvana, the band, not
the state. Youth calling me through music while overweight and headache pull
back to the present, to the coffee tables that Kanye West was talking about. Expired
passports issues for us, the Venezuelans.
We were not going to travel any soon anyway. The sun lies behind the trees while I
contemplate from here, from my doubts. Made season indeed, Matchbox 20!
The night has come, on a Sunday, with a no promising next week. We’ll, perhaps
not. Perhaps there’s something good coming up. I’m not sure if I feel like
taking about it, but I’m going to go to bed with hope and not only with
unsatisfied desires. The living room is dark but it’s not late yet. Lentils,
those Lentils are just great. I never knew about these versions, about these
Storytellers show. Good for them! I like this band. I had the chance to see
them last year. Like I said, hope is invited to bed again. Bittersweet moments for this Bittersweet life I
chose. Did I? I mean, how exactly I decided it, or when, yes, when? When did I choose?
I’m not sure this life is the results of a cascade of choices. Did I write it otherwise? Maybe. My thoughts
betray me more often than I can tell, and that’s because I keep thinking what I
still think, but today it’s different. Today there’s more hope. Let’s see. Let’s
keep going. Bah! The same scam. Unsecured is the key word. Apparently no
financial institution is willing to grant anything on whatever labeled as
Unsecured, whatever that means to them. That’s the consequence derived from
hoping, from believing. Now we see why there are so much skepticism around. All
those people might have been laid down. That explains why believing is more a
childish thing. It’s cold, it’s nighttime, and we don’t get paid for wondering;
not us at least. Upstart, I appreciate
you. We’re on the right path, we always have, it’s just that time is so
sensitive sometimes that it can turn all your plans down. However, here we stand, there are no other choices. By the way, the cold has come…
Information is not truth, it’s connection, and in
order to connect a large group of people,
the information needs to be sensational. So we are connected by the
sensation of using the same information, and find sympathy through whatever
paths they may come out of it. I just heard it and I found it convenient for my
thoughts. I joined this program of data analysis but I didn’t continue. Too much going on. I remember they were
trying to spot the difference between information and data. Of course, from the
perspective of someone who must present an angle in front of a board or any
figure of corporate authority, data is
what you collect, and information what you talk about during such presentations.
Global regulations: how wide can this be inoculated in
our mindset? The battle for visibility has a lot to do here. We need more
information diet. There’s too much junk out there, and I’m getting intoxicated from
it. I’m starting to brag about the
things I ignore like it was some sort of skill, and it’s not. It bothers me,
actually. The need to look at the phone in
an attempt to fill up the few seconds of silence and unattention, just as if we
need a cigarette to drag the moment out, it definitely bothers me. It bothers
me on myself, and on others as well. I
guess I need to write it down, to write it here.
