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Ще се удавя в цигари и ще се удуша във вино. Това, което е минало, е минало, заминало. Изпуснати моменти като веене на ветрило. Отговарям на съобщения от преди десет дни. Имейли, дисплеи, заблуди. Не вярвам дори в спомени. Камо ли да градя нови. Сърцето ми е заключено с окови. Всичко си имало уж последователност.… Continue reading – – –

More than Gold

To mark the tenth anniversary of her addiction to cigarettes, she decided to stop smoking. It was a cold summer evening and she was getting ready to go out when she made that decision. Narah was going through all her clothes, she was throwing clothes around the room, still smoking what she thought would be… Continue reading More than Gold

Stimuli

The only currency that people actually possess is time. Time, in the sense of our own, personal time we have to spend on the Planet. So it becomes of crucial importance whom and what do we spend our time on. There is no refund for the time spent. There is no contract offered to loan… Continue reading Stimuli

Помия

Изглежда като детска игра, докато не осъзнаеш, че играеш само през нощта. Ха! И не помниш нищо от живота през деня.   И не си влюбен, не. Не вярваш в любовта вече. Нито имаш вяра у хората. Нито вяра на хората. Няма я дори вече тревогата.   Нищо няма. Само игри през нощта. С непознати… Continue reading Помия

existential carousel

 1 His name was Nick and lived at the edge of a cliff. That’s right, he refused the world and headed to the woods. The moment of realization came for him – the realization that he was just like everybody else, the realization that there was nothing he could do to change that. He was… Continue reading existential carousel

right where

In any case, for me being published means being in excruciating pain and saying it out loud. Тhat is a form of bravery in my world. It was never about the possible popularity or the attention of my acquaintances, or the questions everyone would start to ask. It was about being able to communicate all the… Continue reading right where

In any case

It's not really about the ground or the neutral state of consciousness of the mob. In any case many people spend most of their lives thinking about nothing in particular and talking about the same. Many people spend most of their lives imitating love and ignoring the same. Trading love for attention or need and… Continue reading In any case

No one’s ground

No one's ground, no one's fault. no one's decision, no one's mistake. It's just the way the world spins and the sun rises. That's just the way the waves roll and the birds sing. Only if there was someone to hear them, to see them. People occupied, preoccupied, reoccupied, too occupied with the world that… Continue reading No one’s ground