I’m worse at what I do best and for this gift I feel blessed

M-a întrebat care e albumul meu preferat de la Nirvana. Purtam un tricou cu Korn şi habar nu aveam numele niciunuia dintre albumele Nirvana. Stăteam în curtea şcolii, cu un mp3 player în mână în care se învârtea un CD cu discografia Nirvana şi mă chinuiam să citesc numele albumului pe care îl ascultam. Nu…

Well, I am an intricate network of hidden cameras and death

Hint about the personal things. “/ Bucharest, I cannot exist …”. And I want everybody to look back. Oh no, not. Să nu ne mai… în nimic. Now she looks at you, wants to thereby act into a mature little piece of work of art. Can you? Forgotten accessories and she used to be. Nobody’s ever said ‘hopeless’, though; that’s…

Today

  “Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.” ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas This one…

THE FOUNDING FATHERS OF OUR PAIN

we’re walking through snow, like small children who are friends but still haven’t met yet. we’re walking on the streets of New York like homeless people looking for a place to sleep. we’re walking through death, piercing right through it, finding its soft spot. we’re  walking past sadness and its familiarity and say to each…