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April 06, 2026

Blood and Order: The Hidden Logic of Nepotism

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The Symptom / The Disease There are social phenomena that do not require definition because we experience them every day. Nepotism is one of them. Its spread is so pervasive that, as a rule, it is not recognized as a distinct act, but as an environment—simply the way things…

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June 15, 2025

On Sancho, Freedom, and the Walls Within Us

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Recently, for the umpteenth time, I watched The Wall again — Pink Floyd and Alan Parker. Only this time, unlike before, I was watching it with my son. I tried to warn him in advance not to pay attention to me: basically, the electric jolt I get every time I encounter this…

Short Stories

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 Forest – Excerpt

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Somewhere towards the end of town, in a small cottage surrounded by a spacious garden, lived the red-haired Anne with her mother. Her father, whom she visited from time to time in a distant town, had left the house long ago – so long ago that she could no longer remember it…