Maia Nebula!

The world is sick, but my smile is intact.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

I lost you, but I regained myself.

Monday, October 12, 2009


He always wakes up at the wrong hours, as if time were not a matter pertaining to him. Trapped in a bedroom with wooden floors by his own accord, he sings to himself.

He talks about TV as though he were encountering it for the first time in his life, and I love the fascination coming out of his pretty voice when he describes such a boring everyday thing. Enormously wide-eyed, he blushes when he hears my stupid jokes—but then he surpasses them, causing me to twitch my mouth in that silly bewildered face he finds so much fun to watch.

Our life together is a one-page story of dances through frozen food aisles, lost glasses, and strange findings of coins.

And yet, I'm starting to miss him.

Friday, October 02, 2009


Sometimes I ponder about love.

I caught a glimpse of love last summer. My camera froze a pair of faces smiling cheek to cheek under the midday sun, and there they are, looking at the world all dreamy from their perfect flat landscape. But here where we breathe and walk those mouths no longer smile, and if they do, they do on their own, submerged in different shades of blue. The magnet attached to my little heart seems too feeble to attract another one in order to beat together. Or maybe I'm stuck in a North-North situation: try as hard as you can, you simply cannot join two magnets if they're not facing opposite poles. And I wish the metaphor made sense, but I'm always the opposite, never the same—yet I'm always repelling whatever moth approaches my flame.

Sometimes I think I'm meant to be alone forever. It doesn't really strike me as a tragedy, as I have plenty of things to do on my own. I've got stories to write, and pictures to take, and drawings to make. However, sometimes I do wish for stupid things like cheek-to-cheek smiles. The kind that last. I wish for a North-South.