I was talking to an old friend the other day. I hardly have anyone left from my past, and most of them I don’t really miss. To be honest, I’ve only ever had one true friend. He died when he was nineteen, and I never went looking for a replacement…. Read More
A few days ago, Facebook threw one of my long-forgotten contacts back into my feed. I hadn’t seen her in at least thirty years. She’d aged—like all of us—but still… there was something about her. Something that made me stop scrolling. She was still attractive, with that quiet beauty she… Read More
This will be a short post. Just a two-minute rant. Not overthinking, not analysing – just a little grumbling about how annoying it is when someone is careless, lazy, or simply stupid. Translating a movie is a huge job. English is full of expressions that are extremely hard to translate… Read More
Why do so many people believe “everything was better in the past”? Why do they even believe it was different? My son’s grandparents are about the same age as I am – my wife is only one year younger than my daughter from my first marriage – so I constantly… Read More
I often marvel at how my 12-year-old son doesn’t have any kind of “defined” musical taste. I, on the other hand, fell in love with rock music at the age of 10, though, to be fair, it wasn’t exactly hard back then. Many people—including myself—see the ’80s as one of… Read More
I have quite a few stories where I no longer remember the names of the people involved. Not because they didn’t matter — they did, very much so — but because their names were the least important thing about them. It’s as if the mind deliberately smudges out the trivial… Read More
I like sitting in the park. I used to play a game where I’d try to figure out people’s stories from the few words I caught from their conversations as they walked by. Where did they come from? What do they do? Are they married? Secret lovers? These days, people… Read More
I’d like to share a very brief story. The event itself is almost insignificant; what really matters is how such a trivial moment could be shaped into actual writing. First, I’ll tell the story; then I’ll show how it can be written with the help of artificial intelligence, even by… Read More
At eleven, the cinema was the only place where we could truly vanish. Not from the world – from ourselves. Darkness had a peculiar weight back then, a kind of layered significance. There were days when we rushed out of the 3:30 screening straight into another cinema for the 5:45,… Read More
It was April 1986. Springtime. The year that changed my life. I won a math competition, got accepted to the math program at a prestigious elite high school, and was even well-liked at school. By then, I’d had some fantastic concert experiences: I’d seen P. Mobil, Iron Maiden, and Depeche… Read More