It was December the 11th. At 15:59 in the afternoon, there was a soft knock at the door. I felt the wooden echoes pulsate deep inside me. The door cracked open and he stepped inside without waiting for my consent. He hastily measured the room, trying to amend his erratic boldness, but there was no […]
The anatomy of regret
I’ve always basked in the surreal potency of regret – the ultimate pathology of the human being. To step inside the conclave of regret is to experience the primordial purity of emotions which, against other existential traumas, it cannot echo into eternity. It is the pristine demise of the human clarity which annihilates any hints […]
The afternoon hysteria
I’ve arduously thought how to commence this ill-fated blog – one of the many that succumbed to poignant lack of discipline and internal inabilities to act upon existing passions. At their core, my writings will attempt to convey a sense of soul-drenching hysteria – the one that comforts the disturbed and disturbs the comfortable. I […]
The Apostrophe 