San Antonio: Nuclear Target City 1981, 502 Grant

At the primas slumber parties, we’d read Tiger Beat magazine and Linda would make up stories that involved meeting our magazine heartthrobs. We listened to 45’s on the record player and imagined being the Latino version of the Jackson 5 or the Osmond Brothers. Nandito and Boyer would plot and execute scaring us.
The Last Day at the Pig Stand

People at the diner were looking around, wondering if the place ever perfected itself. Wondering if this is what it would be like at the end of their own lives. With the shelves soon to clear – there’s the assessment of how things used to be, the rushed importance of meaning.
What’s In A Name?

Violence does indeed beget violence, but we are so good at erasing history, aren’t we? We are so good at pretending the truth isn’t staring at us behind glass or bars, so good at naming something violence when it is actually a direct response to pain.
The Houston Artist Speaks Through GridsÂ

Now Open: How one McDonald’s Franchise Remodel Broke My Heart

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Infrarealist Manifesto

This is our latest manifesto, atentos.Â