Fiction
“The piston of real and rational was pressing against the unconscious of civilization. The temperature and pressure of the unconscious started an internal combustion engine. The car lifted the dust and drove its passengers somewhere into freedom. Where does it lead?”
May 12, 2026
“Marvelous points of view and brilliant plans, but not a single drop of action… He couldn’t figure out how to get the bus full of lazy people moving… He had a clear understanding that real success requires effort and everything else was merely a lullaby.”
April 28, 2026
“Long streets, gently sloped, simply pulled him to go further and further through the Catalan capital… That was the part of the day when Peter tried to figure out where he had come from, where he had landed, and what he was doing there at all?”
April 17, 2026