Eventually I will get to this, but what is happening in my life right now is synchronicity after synchronicity, after synchronicity...a sweet avalanche of goodness that did not come out of nowhere because I know what I've done so that the randomness of life finds me in a good spot.

I signed up last minute to a Sylvia Plath writing workshop (in Spanish).

I am writing this minutes after logging off.

This space needs a new category.

The X-Files.

I was thinking about this already, I have to create spaces where the bar is low. It's funny that I write "the bar is low" because it is not about celebrating mediocrity, it is about the need to create without thinking about who is going to read it, how is it going to be perceived, and the things I thought would fit into this X-files category is precisely the weird, irrational shit that I do inspired by "the Unseen".

But, after this workshop, I think the X-files is the catch-all category for anything I want to say that refuses to stay in some forgotten note inside my phone, for anything that refuses to follow linear logic, and for anything related to what happens when you just let your impulse guide you.