
The Presence
So, where do these souls go?
Suspended Fictions
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So, where do these souls go?

Tuesday, April 1st, 2025. Last night I couldn’t sleep, so for some time I stared at the blank ceiling, blank only because I know it is blank, as it was the middle of the night, a moonless night, with no other light filtering in from the shutters, and it was pitch black, and while staring at the blank ceiling, I fantasized about a couple entertaining an epistolary relationship, except instead of…

The Letter

Thursday, March 13, 2025. There are people who never think about the vastness of the universe and how every single one of us is but a speck of dust whose life lasts a fraction of a cosmic nanosecond, or rather: I don’t really know whether these people exist, who am I after all to have certainty of anything like that, what I wanted to say is more in the tone of

The Light

Between Levity and Gravitas

Wednesday, February 19th, 2025. She hung up on me, suddenly, while I was in the middle of one of my rare arguments, as I don’t like to argue, not because I don’t think I’d be effective, although there might be a little of that component too, but because I don’t believe in making others change their minds, I don’t believe in persuasion, and I think it’s true what Frank Zappa once said, I forget…

Parallelisms

The literary critique

The subway