an year later....

the tribulations of life have kept me away from writing about life itself, but good news have come. i am once again useful to capitalistic society - meaning, i have a job once more. there isn’t much choice, the last thing i want is to depend on elize and well, i was not born a heir in this life but a working class migrant..

differently from my last occupation as a cashier, the job is farther away than i’d like, in the imigrantes road toll booth as a toll taker. it’s a night shift, which leaves me with room to study during the day and i’d say it’s a bit rock and roll… at night, the shapes and lights of the road merge into an outwordly scenario of black, red and yellow; the occasional fog turning the whole place ghost-like and confused, and i can only see the asphalt and the driver’s faces, barely lit by the white light of the booth as they hand me money and i let them continue to wherever they might be headed at 3 in the morning..... 

it’s not bad, but i do have to take the subway and two buses there from my house in santana. it’s 2 and a half hours away - that is the soul crushing part. biggest city in south america, and they say it as if it is a good thing..i'm going to have more back problems than i already do....