Post-apocalyptic adventure for the privileged

Unlike the woman in the grey kimono, I’m not scandalised, I did know what I was getting into. But I see the irony. This is why I accept the fact that my post-apocalyptic adventure feels very real in its absurdity. And yes, I also acknowledge to belong to a privileged, decadent minority. I know, and I acknowledge this.

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The narrative of sound

Sound is invasive, it drapes around and permeates your being. Try to block it with the fingers in your ears, and the sound still reaches you, reverberating trough the bone structure of the body. Sound is pervasive, persistent and usually it can get everywhere. Just like cancer. I am not sure whether I had already […]

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