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A Glimpse into the In-Between

In the weeks when sleep began to feel lighter, he started to take an interest in the moments in between. Not in dreams in the usual sense, not in their images or their strange logic. It was something else that held him. A brief state in which the night was not yet ove...

He woke without knowing why.

No sound had woken him. No dream had been torn apart. The room lay still around him, in that depth of night when even familiar things lose their names. The wardrobe was a block. The chair by the door a shape. The window a pale surface, beyond which there was nothing to...

Consciousness, Scale and the Unrest of the Whole

A thought beforehand

Sometimes a single thought is enough, and suddenly everything feels a little too large. You look at the sky, read a number, or get stuck on a question and notice that something no longer quite fits. Not logically, but more… in...

An Archivist Who Knows What Can Wait

She stopped without knowing why. A sentence had briefly caught her attention. Nothing important. No revelation. Just that faint sensation, as if someone had knocked in the wrong place. Inside, something pressed against a door. Impatient, but not loud. Curiosity...

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...