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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...

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...

Only a Moment

It was no great encounter, no fate announcing itself. It began in a room that smelled of spilled beer, with voices louder than they needed to be. I remember flickering lights, music from a cheap speaker – and her. She moved right through it all, as if the noise did not touch her but...

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...

Between Self-Search and Self-Understanding

“Grandpa, tell me… are you actually grown-up?”

The old man laughed softly, shook his head. His gaze drifted away, as if searching for a memory that had slipped beyond his reach.

“That’s a strange question. From the outside, it may look that way. I’ve...

A Goal Without a Name

The fairground lay still in the afternoon heat. Only the metallic click of the turnstiles and distant voices broke the air. He was not alone. Two figures accompanied him. Somehow familiar, yet without a history. A closeness he could not place. Almost like a word he knew witho...