Justine and Margie had decided to take the lead in the revolt. They were discussing in muttered tones in their little brother Charlie's room. As he was only two years old, he would not be capable of
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I was born in Mexico City and reside in the United States since 1987. I am a writer, lecturer, photographer, and preserver of the memory. My writing focuses on fictional, non-fictional, or in between, personal testimony. I haven't received grants or prizes from foundations, institutions, or governments, and don't miss them.
Before I was born, I wanted to be a photograph. At that time, I didn’t know whether it would be of my childhood, youth, or adulthood. Or of when I am dead. What mattered was that I had a negative and positive image of myself. I am not referring to psychological traits but to the coexistence of those sides of reality.
Into my oldness, I realized that the positive image is not as important as the negative. Not only the negative creates the positive but preserves the memories. For this reason, digital images, with no negative, only help to forget.
Into my oldness, I realized that the positive image is not as important as the negative. Not only the negative creates the positive but preserves the memories. For this reason, digital images, with no negative, only help to forget.