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December 12, 2025

The Future of Publishing: Lessons from Hollywood’s Collapse

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For a long time, Hollywood behaved as if streaming were a minor irritation. Netflix was treated as a curious outsider – a former DVD-rental service pretending to be a studio, an intruder with no pedigree, no star system, no “legitimate” place in the cultural hierarchy. The major…

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June 09, 2025

Confessions of a Repentant Gamer

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I wrote this piece back in 2009, in the aftermath of what I can only describe as a silent collapse — the kind that happens not with drama or disaster, but with quiet, daily erosion. At the time, I was a middle-aged father, freshly separated, living abroad, and raising two…

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May 24, 2025

The Silence of the Dolls

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The sound of the footsteps – dragging and slow, like someone shuffling their heels across the floor – was driving him mad. Every time they came from above, he would change rooms: from the living room to the kitchen, then through the dreadfully creaky glazed door into the small…

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June 01, 2025

Firecurl in the Ghost Park – Excerpt

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What awful luck! Just moments ago, the weather had been glorious, but now, as if from nowhere, thick, dark clouds had gathered, swiftly blotting out the sky with an ominous speed. The wind grew stronger and stronger. The trees and bushes in the garden bent and groaned under its…