Consciousness

there is a very confined place, even though there are no clear boundary markers.

Arabesque No.1 - Claude Debussy I was listening to Deux Arabesques, L. 66 by Claude Debussy, and suddenly wondered: can I claim Arabesque No. 1 as the birthday song of a seasoned loner? Probably only I would do that. ...

a tale about the Butterfly Devil

Listening to: Laufey — Questions for the Universe I did not really understand the whole lyrics when I first listened to this song. Maybe that was exactly why I caught its atmosphere before its meaning. But perhaps I understood a little: Laufey seems to be expressing doubt and confusion about love, life, and herself. ...

A fragment I found in an old Obsidian archive and rewrote.

The lonely one. That is what she was called, in a story written by a seasoned solitary. She was called so because no one realized she was lonely— not even herself. The reason was simple: She had yet to define “loneliness.” So the woman decided to embark on a journey. To seek the true meaning of something that had quietly clung to her. She closed her gate softly, So that God wouldn’t notice. ...

A cafe dialogue about loneliness, the dualism of the mind, and a network of mischievous neurons.

One night, long before I knew anything of encrypted texts, little Mus was awakened by the sound of crying, rising and falling like a musical scale. A girl in an ivory-white dress sat in the corner of the room, leaning against the cold wall. Her knees were pulled tight to her chest, her arms wrapped around them, her head bowed, her face hidden in the folds of her arms. In the narrow space between breath and sob, tears fell. ...

A letter to a great white shark, written on my birthday in 2025.