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

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 Dream and Interpretation

The next morning, as he sipped his coffee, he wrote as he always did. First the time, then the first words, still flickering. While he wrote, details returned, as if the paper itself drew them out. What else had been there? Himself. A friend. Guards. An agent. A wo...

No Words for Applause

Sometimes I wonder why I write at all. Certainly not for algorithms or applause. I search for honesty and despise compromise. When I write, I am truthful. But when I speak, I speak in compromises. I talk to someone – maybe they listen, maybe they understand me, maybe not. So...