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So what did you do this weekend?

Um...I went with Lisa...

to East L.A.

And we ended up in this square

called Placita Mariachi.

It's where all the mariachis go...

You're frozen.

Look. Look who I've got here.

I've got a surprise.

What?

Wait. Hey, Paco.

Taco?

What are you talking about?

Look at him, look at him.

No, no.

Oh, Paco!

Your parents are there?

- Can I say hi to your mother?

- No, no, no.

They're not there?

Off you go!

Can you hear me? I only see little bits.

Bits of what?

All I can see...

Now all I see is a dog's butt.

- There.

- No. Paco's not here anymore.

- He's not here.

- Ah.

Well, he's...

You're frozen.

Are you frozen?

No...You're such a goon.

I'm gonna let you go, okay?

Day 101

Cheers?

Hey you, cheers!

You'll be drunk for your meeting.

No, I've still got three hours.

So you'll have time to puke at home.

Is the food any good?

Not as good as yours.

It's not?

Let me try...

Let me try!

You are a real chef now.

You know what I feel like doing?

Yes, yes, I do know.

You're sucking on a fork.

Should I cut a hole in the screen

and inseminate you?

Sure. And I'll email you the baby.

We could try it again.

I get the giggles.

But that's fine.

Funny and sexy, isn't it?

I feel like an idiot getting naked in front

of a computer.

You jerk off watching porn, don't you?

Yeah, but that's healthy masturbation.

That's different. It's good.

Give me a kiss here.

Now, here.

Here.

Now what?

Do we touch ourselves?

Jesus Christ, Sergi.

Okay, okay, okay.

Should I go to the bed?

Take your pants off.

My pants?

That's it. Take off your dress.

Show me that little ass.

My ass?

Hey, you had this all prepared.

Now tell me what you'd do to me.

If I were there.

I'd make you...

...dinner.

Okay. What else?

I'd suck on your toe.

I'd lick my way up.

All the way up your leg...

...till I got to your thigh.

I'd nibble on you, like this.

I'd spread your legs open, really wide.

I'd lick around your p*ssy,

but without touching yet.

And all of a sudden, I'd flip you over.

I'd flip you over and nibble your ass.

And I'd use these fingers...

...to touch you.

I'd keep nibbling my way up your back.

Until I get to your neck

and I grab tight on to your hair.

Until you told me to stop.

Stop, you're hurting me.

And I nibble on your ear.

And I'd ask, "You like it?"

"You like feeling my dick on your back?"

And you...You'd be so wet that

you'd start dripping.

And I f*** you, I f*** you hard.

Yeah, like that, like that.

Day 104

No, wait a second, I've got a packege.

How long do you think?

So what time do you think?

4 AM, ok. 4 AM pick up,

do you think this is enough time?

For the sunrise? OK...

Perfect...OK...eh

Nonono, don't worry...don't worry,

is fine, I've got massive...

You'r such a dirty b*tch,

such a one track wagon...No! Trunk..

Day 106

Day 1 10

Day 1 14

Day 120

Baby!

Hi.

How are you, my love?

Great.

- Can you hear the music?

- Yeah, I can.

- It's cumbia!

- Yeah, I can hear it.

We went out dancing at our friends' concert

and I loved it.

You're trashed, aren't you?

Little bit...

Little bit.

You're going to get your way

and I'll end up liking salsa.

Come on, I'm going to show you what I learned.

Come on, Sergi!

I don't feel like it right now.

Look, it's four steps.

Two to one side and two to the other.

Come on!

No, I don't feel like it.

I don't!

Please!

Why are you acting this way?

Alex.

My boards were yesterday.

That was yesterday?

How'd it go?

What does it look like?

Bad?!

Total sh*t.

What happened?

I don't want to talk about it now.

Yesterday I did,

but not today, alright?

I'm sorry. I feel so bad...

Yeah, sure. I can see you're crushed.

Day 128

What do you want me to tell you?

I don't know.

What did you do today?

Today I did the same as yesterday

and the same as the day before

and the same as the day before the day before.

You say you don't want me to feel bad for you

and then you throw this at me.

I don't want you to feel bad for me.

It's just the way it is.

Can we talk about something other than

our relationship?

Sure. What do you want to talk about?

I don't know.

We've always talked about millions of things.

About the world, about everything.

Sure. But we didn't have the obligation

to talk before.

We don't have to talk if you don't want to.

No. We don't have to.

Day 132

Another camouflaged antenna!

Where are you?

And camouflaged rock antennas, too! So freaky!

I thought we set a time to talk?

Yes, I know. But we're running late.

I don't know what time we'll finish.

Don't wait up, just in case. Kisses.

Day 135

Day 136

Day 14 1

Look!

Look! Wait, no. You're not here!

You can't see.

Look, Alex.

You see this, Alex?

Your clothes, here, every f***ing morning.

What do you want me to do?

And you've got all your things,

your people, your photos,

your f***ing books!

Sergi, stop!

It's...

It's...

It's everything, Alex. It's everything.

It's everything, Alex.

Like this, Alex. You remember this?

You're acting like a child.

And you know what?

When I go out,

there's always someone asking about you.

And they say, "Hey, how's Alex doing?"

"Yeah, she's great. She's really happy."

And on every corner and in every bar...

I find some crap that reminds me of you.

Like this, for example. Like this.

Look at me. Sergi, please.

See?

Don't do it.

Set it down, please.

And you know the funniest part?

Later, I have to clean all this sh*t up

by myself.

Don't do it.

Day 142

Day 155

Where are you? It's been two weeks.

Say something. F***ing anything.

That you're alive.

Or just that you haven't gotten

shot out there,

in some gutter.

Anything.

Alex, where are you?

Alex, I'm sorry I hurt you.

I don't want to ask anything of you.

I hate having to ask you to do something

because I know you hate it, too.

I know that if I ask you to write me,

you'll start with the whole space thing.

You need space.

What space?

How much space?

What's so important in this space

that I always have to stand outside it?

Like always.

Like always?

Is now when you need space?

Like always.

Like always?

Like always.

Alex, Where are you?

Day 160

Dear Sergi,

I'm writing you

from one of those cheesy roadside motels

that you always say you'd like to f*** in.

I needed to get out of LA.

I let myself get lost on the road.

I ended up in Silicon Valley

to take some pictures.

It was Sunday.

Nothing but closed company headquarters.

Everything looked phantasmagorical,

more deserted than the deserts

I'd just spent days crossing.

I took a lot of photographs.

The last one, just as the day was ending,

was at a server farm where

these companies store our data.

I was thinking that the last few months

of our relationship

could be physically stored there.

In the middle of an immense empty parking lot,

away from the pressure I was under in LA,

I realized.

I told you I had discovered things

that I don't want to give up.

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