I’m Sorry If My Book Offended You…
Love, we are taught, is the secret sauce that turns sex into something respectable and worthy of enjoyment. Without love, they say, sex is just a vile compulsion.
Love, we are taught, is the secret sauce that turns sex into something respectable and worthy of enjoyment. Without love, they say, sex is just a vile compulsion.
A preface to the Apophenia story cycle “Saint Brendan and the Brotherhood of Virile Serenity” where a sailor-cum-saint embarks on journey of psycho-sexual self-discovery that inadvertently breaks the Universe.
A short story from my Apophenia series, inspired by the olive trees of Castilla-La Mancha and the few horror movies I’ve managed to watch in my life without pissing myself.
If short stories were songs, writers wound’t have to wait until they completed a whole album in order to publish them. But they’re not. Or are they?
For a designer suffering from anxiety, banknote design offers a much needed escapism to a world where attention to detail is celebrated and obsessive compulsiveness is a virtue.
If, fatigued by political and religious debates, you seek comfort in the thought that everyone agrees about colors, you’re in for a tremendous surprise. Keep reading!
Writing nonsense is as hard as writing anything else. To be convincing, you have to use all seductive tricks that meaning plays on our lazy minds.
Both real and imaginary worlds come into existence from things that are inexplicably small. And then, eager to find a purpose, they embark on a quest for meaning.
To little children, alphabets seem as elemental as air. The idea that someone somewhere might use one different than your own could be disorienting—or inspiring.
The latest Krachkultur cover is an artistic statement against the tyranny of working class values. Artists of the world, let’s start a revolution!
“If you want an illustration of a sexy barbarian,” says an ancient proverb, “ask David Cantero to do it for you.” Who am I to argue!
Going through my Instagram posts, trying to make sense of everything that happened. It was a year to remember. But not too much.
A brand new short story from the Lilac Fever series, inspired by the Dancing Plague of 1518 and a lonesome olive tree on the outskirts of the village of Barcience, Spain.
For most of history, the color blue has been an exuberant luxury, reserved for the filthy rich. This is a story about how alchemy and science brought it to the blue-collar masses.
History might be written by the victors, but the font on its pages is chosen by the typesetters. Join me on an adventure to make the Glagolitic script great again.
My first foray into typography taught me that exploring your identity is not a highway to self-awareness, but a meandering road through a labyrinth of illusions. In its center lurks a monster.
A prose writer, rejuvenated by his recent divorce, opens a rift in spacetime, falls in love, and hacks the poetry edition German literary magazine. All this and more, after the commercials.
In the vaccine-free good old days, fake news came as works of art. Some survived to remind us that when stupidity and beauty join together, people’s sanity is at the mercy of the Lord!
When the question What’s does it mean? is thrown at an artwork, it often leaves a messy stain. Try it with this book and you won’t even scratch the cover. It’s bulletproof.
Once upon a time Jorge Luis Borges went hunting for mythical creatures. This terrific (and occasionally terrifying) little book catalogues his trophies.