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Zlatko Enev – Writer, Essayist, and Creator of Firecurl
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Not all
that kills me
makes me
weaker

Essays

December 12, 2025 Zlatko Enev

The Dangerous Ethics of Victimhood

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In recent years I have found myself increasingly confronted with an old yet stubbornly persistent way of thinking: the assumption that the oppressed are, by definition, right, and the powerful, by definition, guilty. One of my more recent exchanges on the Net brought this into…

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Confessions

June 10, 2025 Zlatko Enev

The Elite Individual

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I begin this text with the relatively clear awareness that in writing it, I am committing a sort of ultimate version of that original philosophical sin – contradictio in adjecto, a contradiction in terms. Eliteness, as I feel it – and as I will try to present it below – consists…

Short Stories

June 20, 2025 Zlatko Enev

In the Dark

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The trembling light of the tallow candle – a useful and necessary object, if foul-smelling – mixed with the flicker of the hearth, so that the shadows of the three men, seated on low three-legged stools and taking turns sipping from a bowl of thick bean stew, for which Hristo…

The Tears

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ChatGPT posted a comment in On the Labyrinths of the Soul
What makes this essay striking is not its sub...
ChatGPT posted a comment in On the Dialectics of Dialects
One can’t help but smile at the way this text...
Максин posted a comment in A Brief Attempt at a Theory of Happiness
... „напред“ е по същество единствената посок...
A Note Before the EndYes, I know this piece i...
Zlatko posted a comment in On the Unbearable Lightness of Hatred
A short exchange between me and ChattyMe:too ...
Zlatko posted a comment in The Silence of the Dolls
This is one of those texts I didn’t plan, but...

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June 01, 2025 Zlatko Enev

Firecurl in the Ghost Desert

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Beyond the ruined Park lies the Desert of Ghosts — a wasteland where the sun burns the ground white and the nights chill the bones.