Hola New Life

faster my friends the old world is behind you.
the landlord has transformed into a scary villain, and i hope our communication avenues can repair themselves swiftly. everything is a play but very importantly improv is whistling above the curtains. the kitten has been neutered, and i have never quite heard him make sounds, only squiggle his bum, but he squeaked a suffering squeak. it is frustrating not to be able to keep things around when you are rather fond of them, but i suppose i must get better at not being able to.
salsa with missa was very silly, and i am glad i shook my grumpiness of yesterday to the floor. i am just terrible at remembering dance steps and coordinating with my feet in time to the music. the man who taught liked to burst into song and rub his nipples, and neither of us knew if that was okay. more lines blurred. i was chatty with a taxi driver who ended up changing my hundred for a fake, but luckily friends saved the day. friends always do.
i went to hecho bs.as. yesterday, and i would like to emulate all of the everything about it. it was in this old decrepit building near the port, and it makes you feel like you are in the new old world. the writers and editors wear bright plaid things or layered colorful things and flower hair things and high ankled sneaker things, all aglow with spunk. from what i gather, i will help the vendors with any problems and maybe do some art projects. i wish i could go there every day, and i have decided to spend more time there each week due to how lovely it all is.
tonight there are over 60 art galleries open and a million bright faces to greet and bulbs to turn on, but for now the kitten is wobbling and my head is throbbing and we are going to start a throb-wob revolt against gravity or something practical like that.