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One true sentence
I don’t know why, but today Hemingway popped into my head. I remembered his advice that a good way to start a story was to write one true sentence. Perhaps I was subconsciously looking for something solid and stable, something to hold on to. At first, it seemed a promising approach. But then all I…
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The Bystander
I’m in a strange mood. I seem to have lost perspective. The past is hidden in a cloud of coloured dust. I know there are beautiful things in it, but I can’t make them out, can’t even name the colours anymore. A paradise lost in the noise, confusion and silent desperation of the present. The…
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Twenty-four hours
Don’t be ungrateful. You’ve had about 24 hours, perhaps a bit less, of what ‘normal’ people have most of the time: the opportunity to take the day as it comes, without pain or blurriness or the constant sense of being everywhere and nowhere — least of all in the present situation — without fear of…
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After the skirmishes
Today wasn’t so bad. A few minor skirmishes that didn’t turn out the way I wished (why do I still have expectations, why do I still hope for some – most likely – illusory outcome?). But the war isn’t lost yet. The problem is that I don’t know what the war is about anymore. Life, like…
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