You never know what I am going to tell you. You dream about knowing, I guess, but you don’t. You just don’t know. It is those misunderstandings, when I think you know what I know and what I mean, when I think that you want what I am, what I think, what I believe, what [...]

Sometimes, you know, sometimes things just get broken. Like you didn’t throw them away because you thought you could still keep them. But in keeping them, and that, you already knew, in keeping them you were also keeping your pain. Nothing is painless and you know that. Unless you want it not to be. Then [...]

You loser. Don’t give up you loser. You loser, little tiny piece of frustration. What kind of human being are you, giving up the whole time, any time there’s a stone on the way? You can’t give up what you’re doing or you’ll deceive society, those who believe in you. Keep on trying, even though [...]

Publish or perish. It is the things that you write or the stains on your head or the things that you are. When you pretend to be. Publish? Well, like writing about other people and hoping to be original and going and leaving and meeting and talking and waiting. While you polish your abstracts. I [...]

Funny human beings, as though we knew what we’re doing. Did you really think that you control yourself, that you’ll never do it again, that you know where your place is? You’ll never do it again, of course, who would dare say you would? We are funny human things. Like we believe to have control [...]

Tell me what kind of coffee you like and I’ll tell you what kind of person you are. Tell me what kind of writer you are, and I’ll tell you what kind of person you would like to be. Who told you dreams do not define you? I once told you about the process of [...]

Pictures are biased representations of reality, the substitutes of lost memories. A cheap attempt, a briefly cheap one, to reproduce what we try not to forget, or what we have already forgotten. An attempt to make things better, happier, sunnier, prettier. A faint unsuccessful attempt to make ourselves believe that those pictures are reality and [...]

Dear all, I want to tell you something about maths and myths and fire. Maths, because they are something you can calculate. Myths, because there is no way to trace them, never trust destiny. Fire? What one feels like when you try to calculate the untraceable. Like you are on fire when you try to [...]

IT WAS LIKE, like walking on paper. Not that paper is bad no no. Just that it was a bit, you know, a bit dry. You know like those dry books that you read and never tell you anything. I was just like, you know, like waiting for the word to appear which would tell [...]

I find it funny that someones life can be summarized on a piece of paper. Like you can squeeze all your feelings and thoughts and experiences and the people you’ve met and the things which you have done, and those which you would like to do, into a tiny little space. Tiny little space, space [...]