About good games and wasting time.


When I was a kid I could only play Mario when my father wasn’t around. I was with my eyes stuck on the screen and my ears at the door, so I […]

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A dead man’s eye


This city feels tame. Silent and still – a dead man’s eye staring at the universe. The streets are cold in the night – a complex arrangement of decomposing words. The silence grows loud. It all feels like a dream: i’m a fly gazing the stars reflected on this lifeless cornea.

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People


People come and people go from our lives. Some we love, others we hate or despise. A few serve us as models for what we want to become. There are those people who hurt us and we continue to love them while others have never wronged us, yet we let them go like they never were. There are some ties transcending time, logic or destiny. There are people whom we loved and thought that we always will, and that only became anonymous among anonymous.

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