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December 12, 2025

I, the Tired God

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I suspect that for many readers this text will sound like an exercise in sophistry. I am undecided myself. When someone has spent so many years watching the world almost exclusively through screens and texts, through other people’s minds and other people’s disasters, something…

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June 10, 2025

The Magic Called “Simplicity”

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A strange thing happened — I woke up yesterday and found the world to be… good. I should say straight away: I hadn’t smoked anything. I simply opened my eyes — outside, a grey and grubby morning — rolled out of bed, scratched myself where one usually scratches in the morning……

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June 20, 2025

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…

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June 05, 2025

Requiem for Nobody – Excerpt

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Köpenik, Berlin, the beginning of the new century „This isn’t you,” she said in a tremulous voice. „I don’t recognize you like this.” Regaining control, she repeated, „This isn’t you.” He flared up. „You, how do you know who I am? You think you know me so well? After a few…