Hatred is the best impulse I have for writing, not because everything I write when I’m angry is worthwhile, but because hatred seems to fan the flames of my creative process. Just as a finger down the throat provokes vomiting, hatred in my mind produces writing. If I don’t feel capable of writing, I try to irritate myself over any trifle, and then the words gush out without me having to go after them, filling page after page and, every now and then, producing something I can feel moderately proud of.
Photography by Cristóbal Rodrigo Coello Robles
Bookseller and bibliomaniac reader with fourteen years of experience, based in Mexico City.