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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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June 15, 2025

About That Tom, Who’s Really Called Huck

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I don’t know whether someone told me this or I read it somewhere, but tonight one of those wise-sounding phrases has been spinning around in my head – the kind of thing you’d proudly serve up at a dinner table. It goes like this: “Nothing ages you faster than fulfilled dreams.”…

Short Stories

June 02, 2025

The Tears

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„Shall I leave you alone?“ his mother asked from behind, and coughed – sharp, cutting. He didn’t answer, pulled one of the stools toward him and sank heavily onto it. The coffin swayed threateningly, and he propped it with his knee, glancing in alarm at the dead man, who had…

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June 01, 2025

Firecurl in the Ghost Desert – Excerpt

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Chapter one: Deadlock again Rain clouds, dark and puffed-up like turkeys, had been threatening to unleash their wrath on the dreary town all day, but so far had remained all threat and no action, as if to annoy everyone even more. Anne-Firecurl, herself gloomier than even the…