divine comedy

Most of our miseries arise from the gap between our reality and an envisioned alternate reality. It arises from the non-acceptance of the present; a longing for something, somewhere, some perfect timing. But it never comes. The chase never ends. This gap is where we feel like we failed. The minute you lose awareness of... Continue Reading →

all my choices lead to Life

Dear mama, There is life in the sound of my heels on the quiet streets of London, In the crammed tubes where people are always rushing to go somewhere. There is life in the moon glaring at me from behind the clouds, In the silent nights by the river when music and laughter are blasting... Continue Reading →

Evolution Glitch

You are a slave. A colonized mind. A life-sentenced human and you will be chained until eternity. You will wake up of a dream, into another dream, a slow death, an awakening from death into another, a passenger on a train, speeded, your heart beats faster, it feels like it will finally rebel on your... Continue Reading →

letters of an apathetic man

Some time last year, in a foggy vision where the part of my brain that distinguishes an hour from a minute was dizzy. In times like that you forget; what is time but a man made illusion? Aren't the thoughts floating in space of the mind more dominant than anything else, such as time? Some time... Continue Reading →

“I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us.” -Pablo Neruda

Serendipity Part 1

It was a cold and rainy night when it all started and I was by the window listening to the music composed by the journey of raindrops from the sky to the ground, and I needed a sign of love, not necessarily romantic love but just pure love. That which colors the horizon and watches... Continue Reading →

The Soul of Inspiration

Inspiration is unexplainable; how it takes shape out of nothingness and forces you to create something out of nothing and make it so beautiful, or ugly enough to be beautiful. "Begin to write" the creature of the void whispered in her ear at 3 a.m as she was in the middle of the strangest dream... Continue Reading →

The Secret Glade

On the path that she was randomly and aimlessly taking down the green hills and in between the blue and white hyacinths there was a river. She stood there in the middle of the glade which was located somewhere she was not familiar with, her eyes tried to encompass everything as she gasped; the kind... Continue Reading →

Nabokov’s Letters to Vera

Vera, was the wife of one of my favorite writers to ever exist; Vladimir Nabokov. She was also his editor, assistant and secretary, as well as a source of inspiration of many of his literary works. With Vera by his side supporting his work, Nabokov published 18 novels between 1926 and 1974 (both in Russian... Continue Reading →

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