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how are you?

I used to take this question seriously until I realised it’s mostly small talk—even outside of small talk. You’re not really supposed to answer it. Here’s another little secret: I started avoiding it with a simple “And you?”. You have no idea how easily I get away with it. Even…

pulse

I’ve started writing this a few times now and every single line sounded cliché asf. I’ll try a different approach. Imagine this: One day, by pure chance, you find this unique and awesome drug. It feels really good, better than any chemistry you’ve ever tasted. But it is a reality…

wid

As you can imagine, for someone who never really saw the point in existence, death was often on my mind. I was never scared of it. It was never about hell or heaven; it was never a mysterious place to me. I was always sure it’s exactly like before I…

acceptance/acceptare

Maybe I should settle for the fact that it’s no longer a taboo subject, just a very sensitive one and not even bring it up. Not to upset anyone, not to create waves or discomfort. But the reality is that as much as we might like to turn a blind…

bid no. 2

So I had this moment with myself. This… this moment of honesty, and I’m not done with painting: with the canvas, acrylics, brushes, and knives; the charcoal all over my face; the mess; the zooming out for hours; the arrogance of not knowing what time it is or even what…

vapour/abur

I’m a claustrophobic snail. And then I’m a superhero. Omnipotent and aware. I’m an opaque window. I’m a tailless scorpion, a clawless crab. A bird without a beak. I’m a priest without faith. I’m a white raven. Sometimes I’m Gargantua, other times a dwarf among giants. I’m an ice cube.…

bid no. 1

You, keeping my picture on your profile, feels like Norma Bates decaying in her window seat. Because I’ve been away from you for so long, far too long for you to claim anything – a whole lifetime, one could say. I know your weird story, and that has always, without…

sunday/duminică

I have this feeling that everyone knows how to live a life. How to stock up on food, how to organise your time and space; always have aspirin in the house and a special place for the dish sponge. When it comes to this stuff, I feel like a child…

bubbles

I just realised, I’m a fcking program. Running endlessly, devouring resources without any needs, wants, or hopes. This so-called life I’m living feels real, but is it? It’s like being trapped in a motionless body, conscious but not truly alive. All I have is my mind and its limited reach.…

compass

Education is in dire need of a serious makeover. We’re still stuck in the Dark Ages, teaching our kids for a world that’s changed faster than a smartphone update. It’s like trying to fit an elephant into a pair of skinny jeans—just doesn’t work, does it? We need to break…

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