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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...

A guardian who has forgotten why he stands watch.

She sat at the kitchen table, staring at the letter. It had been there for days, perhaps weeks. A thin envelope, nothing dramatic. Just a form she needed to fill out and send off. But every time she picked up the pen, something more urgent would co...

When even thoughts find no echo

It’s not pain.
It’s the absence of everything.
No anger, no scream, no resistance.
Only an inner freezing.

A world between probability and possibility

How likely is it that the world is not what it seems?

Probably zero. That’s what most would say. But this is where the devil hides in the detail. Because to assume something means you don’t know it. Which means, it remains a possibility. So the real...

When Memory Feels More Alive Than the Present

There are moments when joy no longer happens, but must be remembered. One still knows that there was laughter. That touch felt easy. That visits with family, friends, people, were meaningful and beautiful. One knows it, but one does not feel it.

Some...

The Distorted Power of Derailment

There are forms of clarity that make you sluggish. And there are forms of confusion that electrify. When thoughts tumble over each other, when the world suddenly speaks, when meaning flashes in everything, an inner state emerges that cannot be measured, yet it res...