So I've been in Barcelona over last few days for work. It's been pretty chill despite the constant threat of the Coronavirus looming heavy over the crowds of people I end up having to swim along with everywhere. Been really busy and after being here a few days I've finally I've had a chance to write something.

So much has happened it's hard to even try remembering it all but I'll just try to write about some of the major things. Went to a bunch a museums here. The first one was a collection of preserved bodies that, oddly enough, was being displayed in the top rooms of a shopping mall. They were all plastified bodies from the university of Japan or something and they were as intense as the pictures would have me believe. It's really creepy seeing these things, knowing they were people just trying to stay alive and be happy in Japan and they are now skinned and on displayed in a shopping mall in Barcelona. Surreal. The way they were able to splice up the bodies was weird and creepy, pieces piled up like ham. They also had an entire circulatory system preserved, a red lattice the shape of a person, slowly falling apart under its own weight. I found it weird that the first room you enter had a plastified person and they fetuses in jars at different states of development. I couldn't help but think that the room was designed with a certain political idea in mind, but who knows. I didn't take any pictures, even though I guess I could have, but taking pictures of these poor people's remains just seemed to fucked up to me. I mean, taking a picture of a preserved vagina that belonged to who know who is a line I don't want to cross.

I also went to an erotica museum but it was a bit boring. The collection of fuck machines were pretty funny, so was the real doll they had, but otherwise I didn't really feel all that inspired. Mostly there were couples there holding hands and pointing at the dildos. Puke.

On Sunday I went to the modern art museum. It was really good and I'll have to write more about it later. They had an exhibit about the life work of Takis, who I now know inspired lots of work I've seen before. I really want to write more about the Takis exhbit and I might later. They also had a retrospective that was well-curated and had a lot of work from the past 100 years.

I'll write later when I have the change, those few hours in the museum felt holy, like I was re-engaging with all these ideas and feelings I had chosen to forsake. In the way good pornography makes you want to fuck, good art makes you want to create, and that afternoon in the museum, I very clearly felt invisible forces pushing me to an unknown direction.