The Sky Mender of Lullaby Lane
Lullaby Lane was the sort of street that never stayed the same shape twice. On windy mornings it curled like a cat stretching. On tired evenings it slouched gently toward the river. The houses along it looked as if they had been drawn by a distracted artist who didn’t mind if a lamppost leaned too […]
The Mathematics of Trust in a Synthetic World
I. The Old Equations No Longer Hold Human beings have always been mathematicians of instinct. Long before algebra, probability theory, or Bayesian inference existed, our ancestors were already calculating—viscerally, silently—the risks of trusting another. A flicker in someone’s eyes, the tension of their stance, the tone beneath their words. These were the original variables. The […]
Beginning of an End
It was the beginning of an end. The cat arrived in the fifth hour of an unnamed dusk, when the sky trembled as though recalling a half-forgotten fable it had never sworn to live through. She padded out of a violet mist so thick it seemed stitched from the breath of old dreams, her white […]
Conversations With the Lost Versions of Us
I meet them sometimes—not in dreams,not in memories exactly,but in those thin, breath-held momentswhen the day hesitatesbefore becoming itself. They arrive without footsteps.Versions of me I once carried like fragile lanterns:the boy who believed love could save everyone,the young man who mistook silence for strength,the weary one who learned to hold himselfwith two shaking handsbecause […]
Unlearning the Will
Scars are syllables carved in bone,Each trial a scripture we half-own;Detach, not fleeing, but standing still—Life teaches best when we unlearn will. The river cuts its bed through stone,Not by rage, but by being alone;So too the soul, in silent bends,Learns that beginnings wear the face of ends. Grief kneels softly beside the fire,Whispering truths […]
The Mirror Remembers – Part III: The Last Quiet
He had been awake for thirty-six hours. The last traces of the evening sun had long vanished. Shadows hung heavy in his room, even though the bulb above still flickered weakly, casting uncertain light on everything it touched — much like his own consciousness. The migraine had taken hold again. Not like it used to. […]
The Mirror Remembers – Part II: The Night of Infinite Laughter
The notebook still lay open, and the ink was barely dry when he leaned back in his chair. Outside, the dusk deepened into a gentle shade of blue, soft as silence. He hadn’t moved much since the morning. But now, something within him stirred — not grief, not longing — just a gentle tug, like […]
The Mirror Remembers: A Man’s Silent Battle with Time
The morning light spilled lazily through the slats of the bathroom window, its pale fingers brushing across the sink, the tiles, and finally—him. He stood there, unmoving, a ghost caught in daylight, eyes fixed on the man staring back from the mirror. Button by button, he closed his shirt. The cotton resisted slightly—unlike before—brushing against […]
The Weightless Nest
I found a home between the seconds,where silence stitched the air with threadless gold,no clock, no couch, no clamor of the labeled—only wind, folding itself into itself,like thought before it knows it’s thinking. There, the mirrors melted. I traded shelves for shadows,souvenirs for the scent of mangoes left to sun,and the screen’s cold humfor the […]
How to Think for Yourself in a Noisy World
We often hear that education is about empowering minds. We celebrate knowledge, science, progress. We pour facts into young skulls and call it learning. But rarely—almost never—do we stop to ask: Are we truly teaching children how to think for themselves? Or are we just training them to obey more sophisticated forms of authority? I […]