3 am

I’m reading the Brazilian-Portuguese translation

of a francophone graphic novel

by an expatriated Iranian women.

Moreover, I’m cursing in Spanish as I write this piece of shit

[carajo, no puedo dormir ni pinches cinco minutos, me lleva la chingada, otra vez no voy a llegar a la pendejada de frañol]

Am I going too postmodern or do I need some sleep?

If I remain insomniac one more week I shall start babbling Finnegans Wake, in comic and in mashup.