Noise

tinnitus, white, black, all of it is noise.

I haven’t written in a while, and today, after several weeks of hard work, this is what came out. I’m not sorry for the absence, but I am sorry for not doing it. I mean, writing.

(Versión en español abajo)

It’s been a long time since I’ve written.
Since I’ve done morning pages.
Since I’ve felt inspired.
Since I’ve felt nothing and everything at once.

For a long time now, I’ve been trying to be sensible.
Emotionally intelligent.
Deaf at heart, and mute in reason.

I’ve spent so much time trying to understand how it all works
hormones, dopamine, oxytocin, gasoline, cortisol.

Still, nothing changes.
Everything goes on.

Nothing remains.
Everything is both timeless and permanent.

We live in a world where I only understand what algorithmic lines tell me
lines that insist they’re not manipulating me,
that they’re only helping me structure my thoughts.

A world where everyone is determined to teach me
what they believe they understand.

A world where nothing is right-side up,
because no one really knows where up or down is.

And no one seems to understand that, like the rainbow,
whether to the east or the west,
you never actually arrive.

They are always out of reach.

I write, and nothing stays.

I try to read, and my mind becomes addicted
to sweet, fleeting images
images that hide me in an endless haystack,
where I turn into a needle
no one can find.

Arnaly Arriaga Blanco - May 9, 2026

Image: Envato Elements.

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Versión en español

“Hace tiempo que no escribo y hoy, después de varias semanas de trabajo intenso—esto es lo que salió. No me arrepiento de la ausencia, pero sí de no haber escrito.”

Ruido

Hace mucho tiempo que no escribo.
Que no hago morning pages.
Que no me inspiro.
Que no siento nada… y lo siento todo.

Hace mucho tiempo que intento ser sensata.
Emocionalmente inteligente.
Sorda de corazón y muda de razón.

Hace mucho tiempo que trato de entender cómo funcionan las hormonas:
la dopamina, la oxitocina, la gasolina y el cortisol.

Y aun así, nada cambia.
Todo sigue.

Nada permanece.
Todo es intemporal y, a la vez, permanente.

Vivimos en un mundo donde solo entiendo
lo que dicen líneas algorítmicas
líneas que insisten en decirme que no me manipulan,
que solo me ayudan a estructurar mis pensamientos.

Un mundo donde todos se empeñan en enseñarme
lo que creen que entienden.

Un mundo donde nada está al derecho,
porque nadie sabe realmente dónde está arriba o abajo.

Y nadie parece entender que, al igual que el arcoíris,
hacia el este o hacia el oeste,
nunca se llega.

Siempre son inalcanzables.

Escribo, y nada queda.

Intento leer, y mi mente se vuelve adicta
a imágenes dulces y pasajeras
imágenes que me esconden en un pajar infinito,
donde me convierto en una aguja
que nadie puede encontrar.

Arnaly Arriaga Blanco - 9 de mayo de 2026

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Welcome to my suitcase of memories and creativity. I’m Arnaly, a citizen of many places, and I want to share my experiences growing up in Venezuela, as well as my fun experiments in creative writing.

I became a writer the day I realized there was no more space for thoughts in my head, and I needed to set them free. I write both fiction and non-fiction: in “La Maleta de Arnaly,” I share my personal stories, and in the section “Life Wayfaring,” I write hybrid stories, allowing my imagination to roam free and blend with reality. I am a fan of Magic Realism and love to use it in my stories. In the section “The Un-Poet”, I express my feelings in the shape of, hopefully, poetry. In my newest section, “The Typewriter,” I am journaling my experience as an aspiring writer.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you’ll join me on my journey as I travel the world and share my stories with you.

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