All posts by migueldelosandes

art, history, memoria, 한국어

reckoner, animations

animations. jackie lay animation, design & illustration

here to there. a brief history. the atlantic.


weapons. a brief history. the atlantic.

i walked jaeban-ro looking for a place to eat. the night was hot and the moon was coming out behind jangsan. the moon was yellow and almost full. there were dead cicadas on the road. some were missing  wings. others were just empty shells of metamorphosed nymphs. the live ones sang from their hiding places in the trees. a young mother and her son strolled on the mountain side of jaeban-ro. the mother held a pink butterfly net and waved it in the air while her infant son walked behind. she dropped the net on the little boy like in a cartoon and dragged him smiling up the hill.

i walked to centum city. i had ham and cheese in a ciabatta while i read. then i sat on a table outside a gs convenient store and read some more while a few office workers smoked and contemplated the street, the moon or their phones.

나는 센텀시티를 걸었다. 달은 노란색 이었다.  나는 온천천을(溫泉川) 다렸다.

reckoner. radiohead.

history, memoria, photography, sueño, viajes, 한국어

batallas

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guerra civil chilena del 1891 (revolucion de  1891) congress and the navy revolt against president balmaceda and the army. congress wins, and balmaceda commits suicide. vicealmirante jorge montt assumes power.

Batalla_de_Concon

batalla de concon.  aconcagua river.  luis fernando rojas. 1904. https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Batalla_de_Concon.JPG

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steve maccurry and the afghan girl (npr audio).

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dream. june 27/28-2015. z swarm.

we live in a white house by the sea. from the window i see a bay like that of gohyon.  flags line the waterfront. the sky turns golden as dusk begins. i hear the warning sirens go off on the warships anchored at the mouth of the bay. i tell my dad we need to buy bottled water in case the taps go dry. i feel we should board up the windows too but he doesn’t think it’s necessary. i go outside. it’s peaceful and many people have gathered quietly on the road next to the ocean. they seem to be waiting for something exciting, beautiful or terrifying like an eclipse or the end of the world. the sky  turns purple and blue but there are clouds to the west that remain bright. the lights are out in every house. i’m told the flags will change soon. i look at the white navy destroyers assembled at the edge of the bay and they look deserted and lifeless. i go home to wait. there are no lights on inside my house. my dad chops garlic in the dark with his back to me. his head is bowed so low he appears decapitated. the window blinds are shut but some blue light filters from the bottom of the window frame. then i hear the window glass crack as if a bird had kamikazed it. more things start crashing outside and cracking the windows. the cracking of the glass is followed by the fluttering of scaly wings and things trying to get in. little mutalisk break through the glass and rip through the blinds. some of them get tangled on the blinds and drop on the floor and crawl toward us using their wings.

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나는 은행에 갔다. 나는 아이스아메리카노를 마셨다.  나는 학원에서 일했다.  나는 강변에서 자전거를 탔다. 나는 책을 읽었다.

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