Alice was a junkie. Heroin was the drug of choice. She overdosed once and went into a coma. No one came to visit her in the hospital, no one cared. Doctors considered switching the machines off. Only one doctor refused, she felt pity for the junkie. Despite the malnutrition and…

Payback time for the things I didn’t know I did. — I damaged my ribs. I was escaping a choke and something cracked. For some reason, the crack was a familiar feeling and I continued to grapple until something cracked again. Tap out. What is interesting is that my mind was giving ideas that I would injure myself on the day…

Left/Right paradigm or how do we get out of this mess? — When I was in my teens I was a nationalist. Everyone was a nationalist. That’s how the country got its independence back. Most of us had a strong national identity. In the early twenties, I stopped caring about politics. Who cares about politics when there is not enough time for…

Little tricks that help me cope with a thing called “Life” — I have this idea, a psychological trick if you like. Let’s say I finished my day in the office, sat in the car and started to plan what I was going to do when I’d get home. It could be anything, exercising in the garden or going to the gym…

Best thoughts come in the morning. As soon as I open my eyes, I have good ideas that would develop into a good story. Of course, there is a “but”, I don’t write the ideas down and they go away. I wonder, do they go away forever or they will…

A few thoughts on how I wrote my latest story or everyone writes about writing and I did it too. — If someone would ask me why I like the story (the link below) I wouldn’t be able to give a straight answer. I will share my steps in writing it. When I started to write on Medium I didn’t know what I am doing. I have no official education on…

The darkness comes unnoticed—the mental sludge of nothingness. As long as I am a productive part of society I am accepted and if I break the rules I will be kicked out. Send back to the void. I am tempted to rob a bank or a post office. …

A confused mind brings confused writings or an open letter to my brain — Hello Brain. How are you doing today? Working hard as usual or slagging off a bit? Too much stimulation? Too much to process? I understand. I do. There are so many things to take care of, I don’t know how you are doing it. There are so many distractions for…