Memoirs of a Venezuelan Pariah
Tempus Fugit
>It’s a “Kaleb tries to open up and talk about himself and his bad relationship with time” episode
The trials and tribulations of a man that just wanted to play vidya gaems.
>It’s a “Kaleb tries to open up and talk about himself and his bad relationship with time” episode
Not much to see here, it’s just me trying to open up a little whilist attempting to close up some old wounds of times past.
A few personal words regarding the first year annviersary of my mother’s passing.
Venezuelan life is slowly returning to our accustomed ‘normalcy’ following the worst blackout in the country’s history, for the most part that is.
A recount of my events during Venezuela’s worst blackouts in its history, courtesy of the collapsing and precarious nationalized power grid of the country.
A post that was meant to go up before the blackouts that took place in Venezuela in early March of 2019. It didn’t aged well.
>It’s a “Kaleb needs to blow off some steam with all the stuff going on around him otherwise his mind will explode” episode.
In which I give closure to a painful 2018 and arm myself with what strength I can muster in order to forge brighter chapter of our lives starting on 2019.
Deck the halls with boughs of holly, t’is the season—err, scratch that. This Christmas is surely going to be a bleak one in whatever is left of Venezuela.
On the occasion of the sixth month since my mother’s passing.