Every morning the world is reborn, and every night it dies a little. We live inside a daily cycle of endings and beginnings. Life passes by in an instant. The present holds the most, the past leaves a

I don't recognize my past self. God, would I like to make everything right. The people I do not have good relationships with, either because I was not mature enough or just preferred loneliness. Time changes

Distraught eyes look towards him, a paladin bracing himself. Is he up to it? The posture weary, foot tapping. Adamant, despite the eyes circling. He extends his arm and plucks the jacket, whoosh, as the

I used to watch movies, but for about two years I have shifted completely to shows. Shows tend to have exceptional character building and a certain depth that develops around the characters. Not only is

Let us say I received an extra bonus from my work, which is mostly online. A large portion of it is going toward my savings. The bonus could come in the form of an immediate client who wants to get a task

Photo by Edurne Tx on Unsplash living dwells, poesy as guise Rhymes, illusions of Celeste, Art resides, depravity in stride. Distort or coerce, the soul pressed, Subvert to end, rest is denied. Harrows

Mass hysteria ensued. Shortages came shortly after. Civilians were told to evacuate, but the roads were sealed. They had to get out of their cars and move barefoot, carrying only the essentials they could

I have to sacrifice everything for the choices I made over the years. And the sad part is that it still will not be enough. What even is that? To some extent, it remains true that responsibilities do not

My body begs, but my mind negotiates. Sedation as the dusk settles. The cortisol spike delayed, the first half in agony. The rush at midday, tired but wired. The body feels the need to rest, but the mind

A briefcase in hand, he gets up. A long line of passengers standing, still some packed in their seats. Hearing tunneled, a calm hissing ensues. The overall babble exists but everything is amiss as it reaches

The rave’s skirt, kudos wreathed, poise grounded… breathe… Spine quivers, grade of pitch, floor shakes… sense… barriers glitch. Atmosphere of spectacle, but nothing settles, numb the emotions, spectators

It is odd that I am writing about this, but the truth is that this planet does not need saving speeches. Fossil fuels being burned, trees being cut, the ozone layer thinning — reading about it all feels

Blue-white glow seeps.... illumination, uninvited, creeps. The work pushed through, the doubts, the clarity that won't last. The day already gone that lasted so long.

The participation forced, willing the soul. The map carved to destined harrows, the walk through hell, a road of sorrows. The path is paved— why go through the common mallow, concede, while the water is

Woke up wanting more. Desires pushed as I veiled.... not to end.. but

The loss of sight. The back resists sitting. The table occupied with the things that moved throughout the day. The glare that has been witness to endless humps. Plugged in, they await their time. The last

To step into the abyss, to find some kind of relief. In the pathways and destinations of life, we often forget our purpose. Why we persist, what drives us, what we are even in this for. It is easy to state,

The international order follows the law of the jungle much more than it follows international law. There are five major kinds of fights between countries: trade/economic wars, technology wars, capital

To step into the abyss, to find some kind of relief. Days are gone figuring out. I have let go of dopamine maxxing. Getting from one activity to another. Putting on some music in case there is nothing

OpenAI has officially disabled the GPT-4o model inside ChatGPT, pushing all users towards the GPT-5 alternatives, and it's hitting a lot of users hard.