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When Hope Is Not a Promise but a Refusal

There are people who do not hope with the conviction that everything will turn out well, but with the refusal to let things become meaningless. Their hope is not loud, but discreet. One could say: it does not die — it hides.

These people have an unusual r...

On Staying, Leaving, and What Lies Between

Halloween. Outside, the streets are filling up, voices echo between the houses, somewhere electronic music plays. The city warms up, pulls on its masks, becomes louder, brighter, less predictable. He’s still sitting there. A glass of water beside him, a w...

It began with a voice.

Not just any voice — the voice. It came from the speakers, but it sounded as if it rose from the invisible space between heartbeat and hallucination. It spoke. Clearly. Tenderly. Omnisciently. Every word vibrated inside him like a secret command.

"Go out," it said. "Th...

How Dreams Reshape the Order of the World for a Moment

A dream is not an error of the brain. It is an attempt of consciousness to understand itself in a language unbound by grammar, time, or space. Dreams are drafts of possible realities. They reveal what could happen if perception were not limited by the laws of the waking state.

Perhaps life dreams us as much as we dream it.

What is a dream? Perhaps not a place we enter at night, but a language we have forgotten. A grammar of images that refuse to be unambiguous. Sometimes they tell us nothing about the past, but about a possibility that has not yet been decided.

Between Closeness and Distance

It was an afternoon in the park, somewhere between crooked wooden tables and the scent of freshly cut grass. People had gathered in groups, voices mingling with the clinking of bottles. I sat down at one of the long tables, and there she was. Blonde, young, her eyes...