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Longing for the Unconscious

It wasn’t the first job he had lost, but it was the first he didn’t even fight for. The work had never fulfilled him. It was narrow, silent, externally controlled. Each day a repetition, every thought too big for what was expected of him. He had tried to adapt. Thought...

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...

When the body is still but the mind won’t be quiet

There are days when nothing seems to happen. No breakthrough, no relapse, no triumph. Just a heavy head, a resting body, and a drifting awareness. And yet, it is often in these unremarkable hours that our inner structure begins to shift. Not visib...

It all began with a rumor.

They said the grapefruit was dangerous. A mystery. A diva among citrus fruits. A moody sorceress with untamed powers. Those who tasted her carelessly were said to toy with fate.

He heard that. And grinned.

That was exactly why he wanted her. Today, he was in the mood...

Who’s really writing here?

Some might wonder who writes these texts and where the ideas come from. The answer isn’t simple, but it’s honest: a human and a machine together. Many of the texts on this site are created in collaboration with an artificial intelligence. Not because it writes better, bu...

A Step Through the Wall

He didn’t know how he had ended up there. The room was dark, almost velvety, filled with muted light and whispered voices coming from speakers he couldn’t see. In front of him stretched the rows of a movie theater, empty except for a handful of people staring motionlessly i...