DANIELA R. MOLINA HERRERA | QUARENTINING THOUGHTS A TRILOGY

1. ASESINOS EN SERIE: March 2020

Post-postmodernism has categorically self-declared genocide and suicide as a norm… a
becoming;
less frightening to the point where humanity ignores abstention.
The issue is whether we have all become murderers at some point?
I do not know, but silence grants paradoxically metaphorical massacres and literal
genocides.
In what way have you become the grim reaper? An apocalyptic being?
We arose without interest in our neighbor
Our manifestation of egoism evaporates out of our bodies
when we strip away our socio-emotional contamination on to the sad, when we strip
away our socio-political pollution on to the poor,
when we throw away all lethal and physical contamination
These are acts that silently annihilates its very own, other species, and our Mamapacha.
Some kill head-on, others for treason, others for self-defense, for money, for pleasure, for
their best self-interest,
and others, murder for indifference.
Some humanos absolve themselves over time,
others when the people they hurt are reborn,
to others their conscience fails as if they never committed an offense to their loved ones or
cannot distinguish between good or bad
The litany of acquittal is endless…
Conscience decides to set free out on bail or not;
others crawl out of their own jail, and guilt lasts for as long as the scrape lasts.
Others live capital sentence in their own body, assassinating their soul without cause,
therein lies a crime as well.
Few are those who redeem themselves like the lotus flower… Catharsis

2. THE PEAK AGNUS DEI: April 2020

We always think of each other in a world so uncertain,
Where the days are less predictable,
Where poverty strikes you like random lightning bolt,
You fall deadly even if you try to hide;
Yes! in such an uncertain world where bullets are served as fast food ...everywhere,
anytime, delivery, drive-thru, walk-in;
You let me know.
We always think of each other, we hide the selfishness that can emanate from always
having us
We whisper in our ears: —In case one of us is departs too soon, we have to keep flowing
with life and be happy.
But, that selfishness of which we modestly hide, little by little consumes us
And it burns us alive when we think that one of us can stay on the road.
Thinking of that possibility, contaminates the present feeling of love;
It pains me to think of that possibility, so dark, bitter and murderous, but which in turn
is realistic.
To think of each other in this realistic sense kills my peace of mind;
is to deny love to be complete by falling into absurd but living fears.
In a world of crime, of little faith, hatred, resentment, and phantoms;
Love can also be serial killer.

3. NIUIORK: May 2020

Aquí almost siempre, you have a feeling of being in a constant rush, the new yorker is in a critical bipolar condition. But don’t fall into a precipitation of negativity, social norms do not entirely own us because “at the end of the day” we are a manifestación of our herencia cultural

(of course I refer to those who are wealthy enough to possess roots from their ancestors) If you are not running to your destination, you are the tourist delaying the N’Yker and causing chaos for a 1 second photography in front of pretty much cualquier cosa. I am too, too much of a New Yorker aunque no lo quiera. This syndrome makes me walk at a pace of 500 calories per mile. A hummingbird. Hoy, I did it differently. I stopped for a second to be a tourist of my own time, I gave myself an extra hour to capture the belleza of living, of being a muse for and to myself.

I realized that I did not know what to do with so much time in my hands. I have been enslaved to my watch for so long, that by the way, today I forgot it serendipitously. I don’t know but standing in front of the monumental Chrysler building shook my ground. I felt as if all the buildings were revolving around me, singing La víbora de la Mar, non-stopping.

I felt released, but not really.

In an hour I will head back to the so-called Empire state of mind.to work.