Community Service, Or A Tale Of Two Countries

Me, myself, and I. Manuel Ignacio Mier Aguirre, Jr. Morelia, Michoacan de Ocampo, Mexico. October, 29th, 1992 – Originally published May 30th, 2020, prior to being expanded upon due to my boredom. I’ll go out and say it, I don’t like most cops at first glance for their stern jaw and their direct seemingly ever-suspiciousContinue reading “Community Service, Or A Tale Of Two Countries”

A Eulogy Among Many to John Lewis, 1940-2020

Today I learned of John Lewis, I hardly think anyone could blame me for not being aware of United States members of the House of Representatives even when they were Civil Rights movement idols, given I am Mexican. Suddenly a name explodes on hashtags and social media and I learn a hero has taken hisContinue reading “A Eulogy Among Many to John Lewis, 1940-2020”

Wandering through daydreams, skirting around conspiracy theories.

It’s how they pull you in by the ego. And because maybe, reading Thomas Pynchon is having some chaotic effect on my thought patterns. Many years later, should he face a firing squad, Manuel Ignacio Mier Aguirre will remember the distant nights when fate brought him into a stranger’s gaze of ice, quickly warmed andContinue reading “Wandering through daydreams, skirting around conspiracy theories.”

The Brain’s Identity Is a person not the culmination of their memories resulting in a personality identified by outward characteristics? Is that not effectively the soul, and what a person is? I honestly don’t think anyone should be vying for brain transplants, the potential abuses, for Invasion of the Body Snatcher-esque shenanigans, is all-too-real. And horrifying.Continue reading “The Brain’s Identity”

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