The Relics and The Trees
I want to sink into reflection a bit, but I don't know if I have the patience. The sun is shining and it&
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The Mythical Novel and Other Updates
I'm just back from a stroll and the sun is doing something it has rarely done since the holidays — shining. Spring is arriving to Budapest, or at least sending a Save The Date card. It's too early to trust it...
On the forgiveness of autumn...
Outside, as the sun rises, somewhere behind this persistent wall of gray that envelops the city, I see this autumn landscape almost turned winter. A
Scentless Honey
This is what's become of me, Roxy
Years later, after that September evening
in Moszkva tér, when Carly brought the wine
and somehow I came back looking for you
Sick. Sick. Sick.
The fulcrum point was not Iryna Zarutska, and it wasn’t Charlie Kirk. The fulcrum point was the way that different factions of unwell people are rationalizing their acceptance of – or even satisfaction with – undeniable human tragedy: murder.