Earlier this year I visited our decaying house in Oyster Creek and took some footage with the hope of creating a documentary project with stories from family members and childhood friends. Last night, with an urge to be creative and have some fun, I decided to return to my horror film roots and edit this short piece together. The haunting tone reflects how I sometimes felt as a child in this old house, wondering if the devil himself or a deranged madman peeped through the windows as my brothers and I watched television or chased each other through the house. The fear, coupled with other life’s circumstances, fed into my anxiety, that has been with me since.
i’ve been out of work since february. this has to be the longest that i haven’t worked. usually i would take a gig moving furniture or painting a house in between full-time bureaucratic institutional jobs. this time i just decided to devote more time to myself and my writing and of course, my dog flaca. i left my job at a time when people were being laid off because of the ‘economic crisis’. it’s hard for someone like me to understand what that means. i’ve never invested in stocks or bonds, and i’ve never purchased a home, or even have a car that i’m making payments on. i came from a working class family, which basically means we were getting by my stepdad’s paycheck to feed a family of 5. i’m used to being without money, so in these times, i say, “welcome to my world”.
henry miller wrote something i can relate to. i’ll paraphrase because i’m too lazy to look for the quote. “i have no job, no money, no resources. i am the happiest man alive.”
what brings you here? while you’re here, help yourself to a serving of linguisticPOZOLE. we have pragmatic pork, phonetic chicken, organic syntax, vegetarian morphology, and of course the original and semantic, 100% Goya hominy bowl. make yourself at home and stay as long as you like. the toilets are in the back.