Back on the Cosmoroute on way to Zurich to meet Osita’s son. #roadtrip #lovedrive

  There was never any doubt. No hand dragged across a cold mattress to discover an empty hole. No panic it was all a dream. When I woke, only a few hours after closing my eyes, and with the sun only gently coming in, Jane was still there. She was no longer resting her head [...]

(Chapter 1 is here.)  I heard her high heels clicking behind me on the walk up the stairs to the apartment. “I hope to god you’re not some fucking creep.”  She held her fist up again and I saw her smile in the dark hallway. “Couch. No fucking touching. Or I swear.” Inside, I had [...]

I said goodnight to Alissón at the Abbesses metro. She turned her head to force my kiss onto her cheek, and I was sure I would never see her again. I started the walk home, half smiling with a quiet mind, half buried in my thoughts, only partially able to look up, to enjoy, to [...]

The women smoked near the window at two in the morning talking about their husbands. #montmartre #paris

Paralelismo, boludo: Quilmes, asado y choripan — bueno, porteños también - una cuadra de mi dpto. Nunca para los señales, amigos, con ojos abiertos. #rayuela #paris #lovedrive

A story about the vehicles of great explorers and their crucial role; on my experience and love with Sofia; and a video at the end of Sofia playing tricks on me. One cannot talk of Cortazar or Dunlop, Osita or the Lobo – the two great lovers on the French freeway – without also speaking [...]

August 20, Day 1150 km outside Paris I was wrong. I do remember how Osita sleeps. Just not in a bed, not in a bedroom. I never was awake for that — or if I was, I don’t remember because I was wearing a moronic sleep mask, and had a fan whirring louder than a train [...]