by Of | Jun 12, 2025 | bad, texts
The city breathed in the monotony of wet asphalt, and I, another erythrocyte moving through its veins, swam the usual route - from door to door, from one duty to another. There were no thoughts in my head, but a thick, cloudy and formless, sedimenting...
by Of | Jun 11, 2025 | bad, texts
At first it only threatened, the sky darkening to the color of wet asphalt and the air filled with damp dust and the smell of anticipation. Then the first drop fell. Heavy, lonely, leaving a dark, quickly disappearing coin on the hot pavement. After him - second, third. And then...
by Of | Jun 11, 2025 | bad, texts
The sun, cut by the blade of the horizon, slowly bled into the cool bath of the sea, and that blood painted the underbelly of the clouds with such banally dramatic color that one wanted to light another, even though the first one had not yet been smoked. She was between our fingers, the only warm…
by Of | Jun 11, 2025 | bad, texts
Maybe it's just that kind of day. One of those when the city, usually gray and wrinkled like an old man under the pressure of boots, suddenly sheds several decades and for a moment feels young again. The sun, as if it accidentally found a crack between the clouds-rags, poured down on the sidewalks sticky, honey...
by Of | May 31, 2025 | bad, articles
Valdas: I had such a strange thought. I invite you to discuss. Gemini: Great! I'm very curious to hear what strange idea you came up with. It's always interesting to delve into unexpected ideas and find meaning in them or just consider them. I invite you to share - I'm ready...
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