I have 6 unfinished posts in drafts. I start a story and I don’t know where it ends. There are so many outcomes, even if you’re lucky enough to only live once.
F**** for virginity
Hey, anyone who sees the untroubled and tranquil condition of my soul, can you tell her that I’ve been looking for her?
How I don’t waste my time: I walk around London
Day 1 I started off my week of exploration around Tier-4 London with a hazy 4.3 km walk. I grabbed my last Toffee Nut Latte of the year at Blackfriars and walked all the way down Victoria Embankment, slowly passing by and admiring the ever-breathtaking buildings of Somerset House and The Savoy. At Embankment station […]
The enemy of the state
Rainy days have given me ease over my occasional lockdown anxiety this year, making it way more acceptable to not leave the house for days. Wednesday morning was the cruel kind that would make you lose your will to live, but Alexa woke me with my favourite Christmas songs which slightly enhanced the situation. I […]
I thought “here” was somewhere else
The wall-to-wall darkness in my living room is louder than the silence of being alone on a Friday night. Bright lights from the luxury City road development outside my apartment have drawn up a radiant frame around the balcony door blind making it look like some sort of magical gateway to heaven. I can hear […]
Insomnia
Am I lost? The unusually quiet cars on City road were like tiny blood cells flowing through the artery of the city until they slowly disappeared into the night. There was nothing else outside my balcony door but moon-bleached darkness and late-November frost. The loneliness of the sky could swallow a person in whole. I […]
Those good old Thursday nights
It was one of our usual Thursday nights in Budapest, back when everyone else was young enough to still be at university bar me. Like every other night we spent in the student hostel my friends resided – this one remained an extremely blurry memory, too. I was most probably overdone on Full Moon, the […]
Dear Mum – volume 1
It’s been 5 years that she’s gone. Can we ever get over losing our parents? Letter to My Mum, Volume 1.
Benedek
A szokás hatalma, hogy először angolul próbáltam értelmesnek tűnő mondatokat írni a 2000-es évekről, arról a bizonyos csapatról és arról a bizonyos emberről, aki miatt ma millióan gyászolnak – de gyorsan rá kellett jönnöm, hogy ezt senki más nem fogja érteni, mert nem értheti az, aki nem élte át. A legőszintébb jószándéktól vezérelve sem tudnám […]
