“Kim Jong-un announced via state TV Korea is ready to fire its nuclear weapons. The threat was a response to new UN sanctions announced this week against his region.” The Guardian, Friday, March 4, 2016.


Los Angeles, March 5, at 8.32 AM

Dear All,

I recall being a young boy in the 50’s when the sky lit up one evening.

The birds sang briefly then silence rang out without a peep.

Nuke testing was the rage for more than a decade with more than 1,000 nuclear devices being detonated not too far away from L.A.

The notion of Mutually Assured Destruction wasn’t very assuring but certainly put the seal of excellence on the notion of existential angst.

Being born into the atomic age was a mixed blessing of fallout, smog, and a million years of genetic memory.

21st Century playthings are what made up horrific nightmares in the minds of previous generations.

Post-existentialist nihilism is portrayed as the newest fad.

Social cannibalism and all manner of auto destructive practices fill whatever air that is left to breathe.

Freakish beings are devoid of soul and they are ever ready to launch all out war.

We all share ground zero.

Enjoy each day as though there will be no tomorrow.


The Sixth Expanse (Action 11)   © 2016, Harry Gamboa Jr.

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Benjamin Quiñones
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Harry’s letter was written in response to a message from Felipe Ehrenberg  sent on Friday, March 4, 2016 at 8:06 PM. Felipes’ questions:

“The USA has nuclear weapons, right?
And you guys have them as a deterrent against whoever you think are your enemies may be at any given moment, right?
So who’s to say other countries can´t have the same weapons for the same reasons, especially if they sense the USA will use them whenever the feel like doing so?”


Text and image by HARRY GAMBOA Jr.


Ephemeral Aztec on the 405


Something about the cold dry air has me feeling out of tune with my former self. Not sure where the rest of me has gone off to but certain it isn’t all fun. At least I’m in a resting position with a grand view of the eternal chaos.


Everyone is speeding in utter opposition to everything that they’ve all been feeling. They know it is a perpetual dead end yet the keep moving towards the ultimate collision. If only you’d be kind enough to scratch my aching asphalt.


Breathe in and breathe out. Do it several million times and you still might not ever smell a rose. My particulate matter count is so high that it doesn’t really matter if the air is rarified. I’m transparent and you are pale in comparison. Let your tear ducts do the talking.

La Muerte/Death:

Everyone, enjoy the moment as it will only last forever.


I am a cloud in a creamy thought of lust and longing. It would have been better to drop acid everyday for a decade. Instead, I’ve invested in the minute-by-minute countdown that is reinvented every time I wake up. I can’t recall if I have a name or if you are a thing.

La Muerte/Death:

Let’s leap into the black hole to find what is rightfully yours.


There once was a skull that was so important…


Merge quickly before anyone cuts you off!

——La Muerte/Death:

All decisions are painful.


Blow me away.


HARRY GAMBOA JR., Macaroon, 2013 l-r: J. Isabel Salazar, Juna Carlos Garza. c/o Virtual Vérité

HARRY GAMBOA Jr., Macaroon, 2013  © Harry Gamboa Jr. 2013
l-r: J. Isabel Salazar, Juan Carlos Garza.
c/o Virtual Vérité