by Dilyana Hristova
The only currency that people actually possess is time. Time, in the sense of our own, personal time we have to spent 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
The morning light was yet demanding. There was a taste in my mouth of something long gone. I did not know how the story was supposed to go from now on, but the morning light was demanding for action. I really wanted to refuse the world in those empty mornings but that was not a… Continue reading A way to be
I have waited three months for this concert, a time during which I was predominantly listening to them. Yes. Highly Suspect! I have read multiple articles in which there were a series of adjectives used to describe what they do and how they sound. To me there is only one combination of words that describes… Continue reading Highly Suspect @ The Garage, Glasgow 3 Feb 2018
I thought that I would die. It was brutal in the most beautiful way possible, which is roughly what QOTSA's entire philosophy is about. The shit was real, it was the real shit, going crazy, or crazy gets you, any words would confine the experience. It was a mass burning of calories, mass dehydration, mass… Continue reading Queens of the goddamned Stone Age, The O2, London, UK. 21/11/2017
My pages burn in an iron plate on the wooden table in our September hotel. Carpet’s soaked with beer that we spilled and I couldn’t care less about the mess. And you spoil me, dear - Breakfast in bed but we’ve got nothing to cheer for. The smell of smoke is still in my hair… Continue reading Neon
2 So where were we? Nick. Who lived at the edge of a cliff. Who refused the world and headed to the woods. I don’t know why his name was Nick, neither did he, nor his parents. I am not sure if he had parents. But surely he must have had. For he remembered two… Continue reading existential carousel 2
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
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
Too close to my skin. I'm falling in the borderline. A fitting representation of two souls as one.
It’s truly a stasis. Hold big thoughts and spend them on nothing. The doors are closing now, run to the window. I’ll catch you down and sell you for what’s finally `clear`.
