Entry 0 · Before the descent
What opened in front of you is a hatch disguised as a homepage. On the other side: a personal subsoil built from pressure, instinct, and a kind of clarity that only aparece cuando el día exige escribir.
Each fragment llega después de haber pasado por el cuerpo; nothing here was written for display.
Piensa en una cata de venenos: yo pruebo primero, tú decides si bebes.
Who reads this
Those who prefer to appear as shadows rather than profiles. Those who move through life con un pulso escondido. Those who sospechan que la verdad ocurre cuando nadie está mirando.
Ese público casi inexistente es el único que este lugar reconoce.
What lives here
Pages shaped by exhaustion, obsession, tenderness with a sharp edge, and the small revelations that llegan sin pedir permiso. Without structure or agenda. Solo lo que sigue cayendo hacia abajo.
How to enter
Lee como quien avanza por un pasillo en penumbra. Detente cuando algo arda. Retoma cuando algo vuelva a tirar de ti.
Read as if overhearing a conversation on a late train. Use a paragraph as a mirror and sit with the sting. Steal sentences or structures and weaponize them in your own life. Come back in a few months and check what shifted inside you while the text stayed still.
Who writes
Someone who takes lucidity, discipline and acid humor seriously, and who prefers to build his own underground rather than ask for a borrowed stage.
If you keep going past Entry 0, the descent begins. Lo que ocurra a partir de aquí ya pertenece a tu parte subterránea.