viernes, 28 de diciembre de 2012
Monstruos Andan Por La Calle
Waking up, groggily, vision still slightly blurry, to an alien invasion... is what I think of when I see this photo. What isn't really shown is that the being in the corner, while having a human face, has the body of a turtle and the legs of an octopus.
We were walking back to my place, my boyfriend and I, late at night, after having been to a Radaid performance in el centro. They're always surprising: how many of them will be there (it's a regular gig and there are eight of them), how they will play their instruments... I won't lie, there were even a couple of instruments there that I'd never seen before. Still on a bit of a high from that (they'd been pretty amazing, intense), I stopped to take some photos, before we started climbing over the monsters. My boyfriend was proudly seated on one, riding it like a horse, my camera strap the reins, when a small, dirty man came and asked for money for his diabetes medication. Jumping down from his mount, we kept on wandering home, despite the man's call to me of, "no te conviene".
I don't know why, but desperation, rudeness and manipulation... I always find them haunting, like their acts echo throughout me, eventually fading down to a whisper, but starting out as a loud call bouncing from one part of me to another. In their wake they leave a certain hollowness inside until they wane to a vague memory. I'm hoping that eventually his call will be completely over-written by the image of my boyfriend sitting majestically on his monster in front of the church.