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Between Madness and Probability

If that's too much for you, you might want to read elsewhere.

What you’ll find here are traces, thoughts, fractures, and gaps. Not a finished picture, but a fabric woven from attempts, memories, and possibilities. Maybe you’ll spot a pattern. Maybe you’ll get lost. Maybe you’ll find yourself. Or something entirely different.

What Cannot Be Grasped

What Cannot Be Grasped

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...

8th Apr 2026
The Threshold Room

The Threshold Room

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...

31st Mar 2026
Dreams – Drafts of Reality

Dreams – Drafts of Reality

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.

8th Oct 2025
Epilogue – The Bridge

Epilogue – The Bridge

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.

1st Oct 2025
The Journey with the Heavy Suitcase

The Journey with the Heavy Suitcase

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...

27th Sep 2025
The Language of Nearness

The Language of Nearness

A Single Gaze

It began quietly. A dining hall full of voices, the clatter of trays, plates on long tables. I stood a little lost in line, eyes fixed on the tray, when she reached for a fork just in front of me. A fleeting moment, barely more than a passing. But when she turned around, our eyes met...

23rd Sep 2025