A huge unhappiness has settled in my heart for the past month at night. I had seen it wandering through the bar I frequent, lingering among the people there, asking insistently if anyone had a spare room that another feeling wasn’t already occupying. No one answered, and that made me feel so bad that I approached it and offered a vacancy in my shabby heart, which it accepted without hesitation, only to then offer me a drink and urge me to drink it at its own desperate pace.
Yes, a huge unhappiness now resides in a squalid room of my heart. Today I passed by the room it occupies and asked how long it planned to stay, and though I knew it was inside, a sepulchral silence came from behind the door. Now I am worried, afraid that it might want to stay forever.
Photography by Diego Sebastián.
Bookseller and bibliomaniac reader with fourteen years of experience, based in Mexico City.