Jorge Trujillo Gams

The last one out, close the door.

It is estimated that around 130 million books have been written throughout history, since our friend Gutenberg invented his toy. Sorry, that was a while ago, now there’s more… The truth is that everything has been said and written, one and a thousand times. But we have neither the time, nor the capacity, nor theContinue reading “The last one out, close the door.”

It rains here

In one of our first Post’s in mid-August 2021 (210815 FIRST MONTH), we highlighted our impressions of the rain. We wrote it on our 30th day of living at Babylon Gardens, and it was already evident to us that water would always be present, everywhere. Three and a half years later, we can confirm thatContinue reading “It rains here”

The Big Cat

This passion didn’t start with our Project. It was there long before that. Probably since my childhood, when destiny was still weaving networks of neurons, building patterns, preferences, character, passions, fears, following an infinite sequence of causes and effects that is lost in time. I could sum it up in attraction. But I think theContinue reading “The Big Cat”

The Statue and the Butterfly

I cannot explain what I do not understand. Imagine a stony statue in the forest. To her, time does not seem to flow, though it does flow. Those who float on the breath of life, know that it flows. They see it on their skin, they feel it in their bones, and sometimes, unfortunately few,Continue reading “The Statue and the Butterfly”

To the limit

Sometimes you must go to the limit, to gain the perspective needed to perform actions. A perspective that monotony puts off time and time again, indefinitely… It was a beautiful morning when we were ready to load, with the help of Scorpy and Bongo, a trip of granular material for trail construction. I took aContinue reading “To the limit”

First Month

And time does not stand still.In reality, there is no difference between day 30 and day 21.47. The cosmos doesn’t seem to prefer exact numbers. There’s PI to remind us. What if instead of 10 fingers, we mammals had 8 on each hand? Would we be octomals instead of decimals? A useless reflection… and onContinue reading “First Month”

The Cave

I’ve said it before. Working with my hands alone is not only frustrating, but in my limited time scale, it is a guarantee for failure. I need a hammer to strike efficiently, a nail to retain permanently, pliers to hold tightly, a saw to shape a piece of wood, a ladder to climb a tree,Continue reading “The Cave”

Scorpy

We could work with our hands. The Egyptians created pyramids with little more than that. The Incas terraced Machu Pichu, and the Gomeros shaped the horizontal plane where only the vertical existed. All by hand. However, when we seek perceptible achievements within our life span (…I am 57 years old), and when we do notContinue reading “Scorpy”

The place

In the beginning, there was no precise place on the globe, and all were distant, nebulous, elusive dreams. As soon as the place appeared, infinite in its details, but defined at last, all those dreams evolved gaining clarity and realism. Now they crowd against each other, running over each other, from their intangible fantasy underworld,Continue reading “The place”