Since a drone spied on us through the window in 1968 I can't sleep, I have to check the door lock more than 22 times, check the street 11 times before putting the car away, close the window 8 times, change houses every 4 years. Pills don't help me, everything is gray,...

I always liked Charlie Kaufman. We were in elementary school together where we ate radishes with lemon and salt at recess. The year is 1968 and we are traveling in a Corvette at over 150 kilometers per hour, we are being chased by the police and I can't stop crying. Charlie takes the corner...

Charlie Kaufman reminds me of my father. To think of him is to go back to the summer of 1968. Where the sky was painted red, Mexico City burned and the students screamed. Today 52 years later, history repeats itself, But Mexico City is no longer Mexico City, And the students no longer scream, they write, We all carry...

And what an act of rebellion to kiss you I said, but love is like that; without fear. Photography by Jocelyn Catterson Martina MarchelettLover of the human body. Healer of the soul. Open thorax. Bones of glass. Skin of paper. And heart in the shape of a box. I am a poet in my grey times. www.instagram.com/marchelett_

1. What is your favorite word? Marijuana. 2. What did you dream last night? I was in my room, I was seeing myself from myself. It was me but I wasn't there. The body was borrowed. I went back to my root. And I heard: everything is going to be all right. 3. What is the movie that made you laugh the most?....