I ended up giving up on the novel due to the lack of stimuli for my motivation, regardless of whether I started with something more therapeutic, I ended up being affected by the numbers. However, at this very moment, I have little idle time, so I won't be able to resume this unscripted and unscripted marvel that I made, but, however, however and however, one day, maybe later this year, when I manage to work on something beyond From an underemployment, I resume writing and creating this work that I really consider a catharsis for my existence that lives in the decadence of Latin America. Maybe when I start working as a thanatopraxist I'll come back with all the fervor of a morally wasted person. Anyway, wonderful consciences who read these texts, thanks.

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