I remember a time when my life summarized in staring at the floor hunting for fleas so I could squeeze them. I felt their presence around the room. I felt whenever they were there, ready to suck you, the bloodsuckers. I’d crouch near my bed and catch them seconds before their jump. Oh, I was good. I bet I was the best flea squeezer out there. I felt great pleasure in eliminating them. Surely, it was an endless process. They were infinite. I’d pity myself to the action of squeezing fleas with a flat card, sometimes my college ID card, other times transport passes. It was an achievement when I’d kill more than 30 fleas a day. The room as you can imagine was a dump. The neighborhood. The people. I shared the house with two other beings; Caroline, a girl with a prominent tendency towards prostitution and an old man who talked to himself more than he talked to anybody else. The old man spent loads of time cooking, gotta admit he was a good cooker. I’d often try some of his leftovers. He’d cook for Carol a lot, because they shared rooms ( and most likely had a deal, if you know what i mean.) Carol, however, spent very less time in the house and strangely, when I’d happen to see her she’d always be eating an apple. And, I, I spent most of the time in the room with the fleas. There was also a guy named Ed, he would steal all the beers from the freezer and sometimes Carol’s food too. No wonder, Carol was always eating an apple. Time passed, and, it seems that I am always the last to leave. Eventually, the old guy moved out. Carol spent more time in a near by pizzeria, sleeping with the pizza guy in return of some pizza. One day, she must have been in a good mood. She knocked on my room door with a box of pizza and some wine. We sat on the floor appreciating the moment. Ed entered the room and sat with us drinking most of the wine. I stared at him gulping all that red wine, straight from the bottle. Oh Ed, how you belong here..you bloodsucker.

23 comments:

  1. OH! From what book wast that?
    When I started reading the entry I was like D: fleas, ugh! but then I started to think that maybe it was from a book, jeje.
    Love your photos as I always do.

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  2. wow. mere words cannot describe how amazing your stories are, your drawings, you photos.
    please know that i enjoy it all and you are such an inspiration.
    there are the blooksuckers, and then there are the lifegivers. the ones who inspire and have wonderful things to share. that would be you.
    -Abigail

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  3. Your drawings are beautiful! I love your style. Also your life seems so interesting, especially the people you meet. Enjoy your day!

    http://petitecrown.blogspot.com

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    1. It is far from interesting it's all about how we put it. and thank you xxx!

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  4. You know, I miss your presence in your blog, you used to update more often. ):

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    1. I know :( I just have been so disconnected... but i may come back! xx

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  5. Irony of being a slug is there are too many selfish creatures around.
    But words weigh more, it can crush you with a pinch.
    A mosquito can make the Alexander the great act like a loony but words weigh more.

    i miss you sometimes but then it's alright.

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  6. I love this blog so much! Hope you will keep posting beautiful photos and stories like this one. This one actually reminds me of Yoko Ogawa's stories which I adore.

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  7. I would love to draw like this.
    This last picture makes me yearn.

    Joana x

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  8. Your writing has improved, touch of Fante lingers with stink of Chinaski.
    I like it.

    Max.
    see words weigh more

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    1. Thank you hah, I miss YOUR writing..where are you!? x

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    2. http://thesecretquo.blogspot.co.uk/

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  9. I've been following your blog for about five years now! And I love how much your style has evolved, but you still have that charm of yours. Ahhh I'm so glad I follow you <3

    http://twice--shy.blogspot.co.nz

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