First, I waited a long time, then I choose to get lost in my mind, among my thoughts. At least imagining it was a choice was tranquilizing. Between different processes of decision making in my mind, I experienced pauses. Otherwise I’m clear, aren’t I? Usually transparent and...
Annecy is a town located near Geneva on the northern tip of Lake Annecy just below the Alpine range. Coupled with Coeur d'Alene in Idaho, US it is one of the favorite spots of this humble author on the face of our earth. It's a town of visual contrasts. The mountain range, the...
Record stores played and important role in our youth. We gathered, we shared, we demanded. A feeling now lost in the clusters of huge megastores. Like many other things, record stores no longer are personal. Here is something very personal though... A private visit to my...
This is not an article about an anime. And no, this is not about life either. I'm just reminiscing about old memories. There are some pieces you start writing without knowing what will come up. Call me lazy. Call me disorganized. Call me irresponsible. That's how it will be....
I need closure. I need an end. I, I, I, I, yes, this is about me. Otherwise I'll lose it. I need to block the voices. Every month, there is a stupid development in the news about Hrant. In his life, everyday, there were news from somewhere that killed him. He yelled many times...
When waiting for the sun to come up in Savannah, Georgia, the ocean flutters with sounds. Sounds of seagulls, leaving fishing crafts and basically sea touching everything that surrounds it. These little voices you can only hear at the wake of a new day. As I have called...
This is an awful morning. I worry about you. I don't know why though. You make it clear there's nothing wrong. Isn't that an obvious reason why I should. Distance is a two-way game. And it's a motherfucking game, that is what it is. When it is about abstracts, the dreams are...
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for your feet would stumble. You're tired of your disobedience. To yourself. Don't say anything serious there. For serious words also would carry you away. You need to pack light. Just a few patches of cloth. Don't take your dreams with you. Let them stay here. I've got a place...
Quixotes we are. With each word you'll see the windmills morph into huge giants and the fight would regain its meaning. Sailing through an angry sea you enter the gates of Barcelona. She is proud. She's defecated. She is alone. She is not the land of Cervantes. But she hosts...
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