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March 05, 2026

Between Purity and Gravity: Language as a Habit of Freedom

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Some words enter a language quietly, almost unnoticed. They appear first in conversation, then on screens, and eventually in writing. Before long they are everywhere, and no one remembers exactly when they arrived. Alongside them remain older words—“our” words—that do not…

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Confessions

June 10, 2025

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…

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May 26, 2025

The Yellow Eyes of Horror

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He woke with the vivid sense that he had just spoken to her in French – and not informally, but using vous. The surprise struck a little later, as he gradually came to, realising that French wasn’t a language he could actually speak – not when awake, at any rate. He tried to…

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Books

June 06, 2025

A Week in Paradise – Excerpt

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A Week in Paradise Shame rides on the edge of the familiar The sky above Berlin glows as if polished by careful German hands... Sounds flat, Vladko thinks. Pure kitsch. A sky is a sky—nowhere does it say Made in Germany. He gazes again at the tangle of steel scaffolding,…