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Andrés Cárdenas (@kandr3s)
💿 Added an album to La Discoteca under Albums I ❤
Andrés Cárdenas (@kandr3s)
💿 Added an album to La Discoteca under Albums I ❤
Andrés Cárdenas (@kandr3s)
💿 Added an album to La Discoteca under Albums I ❤
Andrés Cárdenas (@kandr3s)
💿 Added an album to La Discoteca under Albums I ❤
Andrés Cárdenas (@kandr3s)
💿 Added an album to La Discoteca under Albums I ❤
Andrés Cárdenas (@kandr3s)
🍿 Watched Gummo, 1997 - ★★★
Andrés Cárdenas (@kandr3s)
111 Days
And those years spent in uncertainty and fear were all a joke
We’ll just look back and laugh about it, ha!
In Heaven - Dick Stusso
111 days.
That’s how much I’ve spent in lockdown. Going out once or twice a week just to get the essentials.
I suppose like most of the fortunate ones I’ve gone through all the quarantine stages. I caught up with the reading list, ran out of Seinfeld episodes to re-rewatch, escaped cofinement through melted walls and enjoyed the privilege of comfort in these times.
I stopped complaining and entered a lethargic state filled with uncertainty.
Andrés Cárdenas (@kandr3s)
🎶 Playlist: Post(blank)
Andrés Cárdenas (@kandr3s)
💿 Added an album to La Discoteca under Albums I ❤
Andrés Cárdenas (@kandr3s)
🍿 Watched Pineapple Express, 2008 - ★★★½
Andrés Cárdenas (@kandr3s)
💿 Added an album to La Discoteca under Albums I ❤
Andrés Cárdenas (@kandr3s)
💿 Added an album to La Discoteca under Albums I ❤
Andrés Cárdenas (@kandr3s)
The Slide Song
I’d love to now, but Lord…
you know it sure does take a lot
The Slide Song
Spiritualized
Oct 2, 2019.
Today, on my way home from work, I got down at my Metro station and an old lady approaches me.
“Young man, could you help me carry these bags”
The bags looked heavy for her. I couldn’t help but think that she could be handing me something delicate law-wise, that’s being too paranoid, I know, but it wouldn’t be the first time here that someone gets handed a box or a bag trying to help someone else and they end up in jail.
But I wanted to feel good about myself, because most of the time that’s the reason we help others. Egos gotta be fed.
The old lady and I are on our way out of the station, I’m carrying the bags, and she says:
“Young man, let me give you an advice”
I nod politely and pay attention to what she’s going to share with me.
“You that are so young should follow the path of the Lord, because… because God is the only…”
Interrupt her. “I’m sorry, I can only help you this far. You’ll need to find someone else. Have a good day.”
What moves people to do that? To actively give advice to strangers. The thing about unsolicited advice is that it is, at least, condescending. Who gives the advisor the right to comment on a stranger’s choice? Isn’t the advisor also giving an insult by assuming they can add value to someone else’s life?
Andrés Cárdenas (@kandr3s)
I Can't Escape Myself
Left all alone, I’m with
The one I most fear
As we prepare to go back to normal after 2 months of forced isolation, people begin to share lessons learned during this time of fear and reflection. For us, the privileged, perhaps the biggest challenge was to cope with solitude, to face one’s thoughts. When the whole world stops, it’s like Adrian Borland says in the song, you really can’t escape yourself. And it’s not comfortable being only in the company of your own thoughts.
Having too much time for introspection didn’t teach me a lot, so not many lessons for a post-pandemic world will be coming from me, sorry. But I realized one thing: I could cease to exist and not a single life would be extremely affected by it. Yes, some people would miss me, some people would cry but there would be no big disruption in anybody’s life but mine.
At first I felt minuscule, irrelevant, unneeded and forgotten, in a feeling: lonely. That realization of loneliness hurt my ego. But I’ve come to understand that expecting something different is to be both delusional and undeservedly entitled. In most cases loneliness is a product of one’s actions. Living in a constant state of self-isolation, involuntary or not, leads to a life deprived of th joy of cultivating friendships.
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