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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 09, 2025

Confessions of a Repentant Gamer

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I wrote this piece back in 2009, in the aftermath of what I can only describe as a silent collapse — the kind that happens not with drama or disaster, but with quiet, daily erosion. At the time, I was a middle-aged father, freshly separated, living abroad, and raising two…

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June 02, 2025

The She-Angel

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„Hello,“ said someone behind him, and he nearly slipped off the seat of the worn, spinning chair – his faithful comrade in the endless battle with words. He turned slowly, cursing the pain in his neck that no longer allowed faster movements. The blurred figure across from him…

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June 01, 2025

Firecurl in the Ghost Forest – Excerpt

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Somewhere towards the end of town, in a small cottage surrounded by a spacious garden, lived the red-haired Anne with her mother. Her father, whom she visited from time to time in a distant town, had left the house long ago – so long ago that she could no longer remember it…