Sore legs, sweaty back, numb feet, dry mouth. Sip of coffee and a thirst that won't go away even if I drink all the Electrolit in the world. Cell phone in hand. Scroll. Scroll. Scroll. Notifications, messages, replies, conversations that are forgotten as soon as WhatsApp is closed. Scroll. Scroll. Scroll. Fear of routine. Need for movement. Sip of coffee. A scream. It's in your head because no one around you flinches. Or maybe we're all used to violence and it's just another ambient sound. Like Bad Bunny or Shakira singing to the ex or electronic music that serves to liven up but not to pay attention. Scroll. Memes. Laughter. “JAJAs”, in publications that don't really make you laugh but it's a social contract to follow. Notifications. Groups of packs. Free porn, a kid who is surprised to see, on my screen, a woman being penetrated by two black guys and a midget. I don't look at him even though I know he saw. Acceleration of heart and the expectation of a blow or claim of his father. Mirror behind him, he is in the same group. Rush of complicity that I do not want. I want to stand up, mount the bike and ride away. I calm down. Sip of coffee. Photos of dogs. Instagram posts, job complaints. Unsuccessful flirting with the waitress. Bite into pancakes or hot cakes, I live in the eternal ignorance of not knowing their real name and the frustration of not knowing how to order them. Sweating on my hands and back. Messages from my ex. Messages from my mom. Messages from my girlfriend. Messages from the woman I met yesterday. Messages from the bank. Messages from the bike financing I can no longer afford. Sweat. Sip of coffee. Anything else, no thank you very much. Chatter in English all around me. I don't understand anything even though I should. Despair. Uncertainty. WhatsApp. Scroll. Scroll. Scroll. Headache COVID? Music drilling. Scroll. Scroll. Escape. Padlock won't open. Grab him, he didn't pay. Padlock around his neck. Race. Pedaling. Leg pain. Horn. Mentada de madre. Sunset. Thirst. Beer craving. Notifications. Notifications.
Writer and photographer. I believe in the machine revolution and that life without coffee and my bike is not worth living.