“Sonríe muerte. Mírame. Mírame sonreír.” —Alfredo Zitarrosa

“Sonríe muerte. Mírame. Mírame sonreír.” —Alfredo Zitarrosa

"Contradicción insoluble: el hombre necesita de algo que es nada."

Clément Rosset, Lógica de lo Peor: Elementos para una Filosofía Trágica

at Plazoleta Julio Cortázar (Plaza Serrano)

at Plazoleta Julio Cortázar (Plaza Serrano)

Jijijí.  (at Caminito)

Jijijí. (at Caminito)

El de Galeano.  (at Café Brasilero)

El de Galeano. (at Café Brasilero)

De aquí soy.  (at Más Puro Verso)

De aquí soy. (at Más Puro Verso)

#MarchaDelSilencio

#MarchaDelSilencio

Siri knows best.

Siri knows best.

Santitos y santones.

Santitos y santones.

Gogol Bordello-style. (at La Fundación)

"I’d consider myself a realist, alright? But in philosophical terms I’m what’s called a pessimist… I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself - we are creatures that should not exist by natural law… We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, that accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everbody’s nobody… I think the honorable thing for our species to do is to deny our programming. Stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction - one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal."

— Rustin Cohle, True Detective

Everything.

Everything.

"A philosopher heals himself differently; he heals himself, for example, through nihilism. The belief that there is no truth, the nihilist belief, is a great stretching of the limbs for one who, as a warrior of knowledge, incessantly lies in battle with hateful truths. For truth is hateful."

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Kritische Studienausgabe 

Life Is Born (from All.I.Can)

(Source: vimeo.com)

"It is indeed impossible to imagine our own death,” Sigmund Freud wrote in 1915, “and whenever we attempt to do so, we can perceive that we are in fact still present as spectators. Hence the psychoanalytic school could venture on the assertion that, at bottom, no one believes in his own death, or to put the same thing another way, that, in the unconscious, every one of us is convinced of his own immortality."

Shot, Stabbed, Hanged - Lapham’s Quarterly