Nicole was last seen with a taxi driver who ignored her when she got into his car in pieces. Now the man works for the same people who are suspected of making her disappear. Unfortunately, he has to relive the night he had with Nicole when he tries most to forget it.

There's a mechanic who lives on the street, gossip says that he used to be a woman or even still is. His body and his name are his most important possessions, one day he loses everything when his name is sold.

My body is not mine. For its owners, I am a work of art of which it's protection does not matter, only its final product. In my body there's a wake, you've made it this way.

Sometimes I don't know if I write from my heart or from my head. Drowned in grief and sorrow, I try to get up to escape to never ever. I would like to be reborn again. Born in my body. Collection of writings by the artist and writer Goathico. ©Goathico 2020-2024 all rights reserved

There are rumors on the island that a woman bewitches men and all cruel humans. She has her feet backwards.

The Ojo del Demente sold drawings that predicted the future. Or so the old women murmured. Owners of mystic shops would stop to look at him. They say say that countless shadows snuggled up to him like moths to the light. A few weeks ago El Camarero arrived. He watched him from afar, and writhed in the shadows. They murmured that death came to serve its eternal slumber to the painter and his divine prophecies of a malevolent darkness from the past.