Mystical Readings (and III): We, who still believe

Laia Malo — Wed, 14 Jan 2026 06:45:43 +0000

After all these days of buying, wrapping, unwrapping, and rearranging or repurposing the objects we call "gifts," it seems more than logical to consider what these lifeless piles of things are and what their purpose is—the things we covet, adopt, and shelter, or discard without a second thought. Once upon a time, any object could hold magic, was susceptible to an alchemy like the one Damià Rotger explores in his poems: the polished shard of broken mirror, a fan, or a pick and shovel offer companionship not in an everyday way, but in a revelatory one. However, today, our society, compulsively accumulating and simultaneously obsessively seeking novelty, generally lives surrounded by artificial materials and mass-produced items; or, in a minority, is enveloped in precious minerals extracted ignobly and wrapped in luxury pieces that exude the misery of their artisans.

We spoke with sex addicts: "I saw a body and I didn't care who it was, I felt trapped."

Marcos Torío — Sun, 19 Oct 2025 19:08:27 +0000

Lola's contact list is extensive, filled with names of men; fleeting lovers of a single sexual encounter. "I masturbated up to 18 times a day to self-regulate, and I also had sex whenever I could. I've fucked all of Palma. I only wanted to experience orgasms, not create any bond," she says.

Ara Balears in English - compulsive

Mystical Readings (and III): We, who still believe

We spoke with sex addicts: "I saw a body and I didn't care who it was, I felt trapped."