by Of | Jun 17, 2025 | bad, texts
I The past is an abandoned railway cut into the outskirts of the city. The tracks, two rusted scars, are still there, but the trains no longer run on them. I walk them slowly, carefully, as if afraid of slipping into time. Crushed stone creaks underfoot, and old wooden sleepers, rotten and...
by Of | Jun 17, 2025 | bad, texts
The drum of the washing machine spun its silent, mechanical ritual, and I watched it as if hypnotized, sitting on the cold bathroom tiles. A world reduced to soapy water and spinning tissues. Soaked, tangled forms - like drowned hopes - lashed into...
by Of | Jun 16, 2025 | bad, texts
We do not go to war over abstract concepts like justice, freedom, or gods. These are just signs that politicians, self-important versions of better suits, cover up a much older, dirty impulse. Squealing, I put my foot down on the first step of the cement basement, and...
by Of | Jun 13, 2025 | bad, texts
The heat above the square quivered like a transparent shiver, absorbing the reflections of the buildings and turning them into quivering mirages. In the very center, like an altar to a pagan deity, gushed a fountain - its currents, like the petrified backs of snakes, shot into the sky and fell...
by Of | Jun 12, 2025 | bad, texts
It was raining. No, this was not the calm, pattering rain from the old books. Here the sky vomited bile, and the wipers, like two hysterical preachers, waved desperately in front of their eyes, trying to clean the world, but only smearing it into blurry spots of light. The road that shines...
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