Writings of a madman who lived through a thousand deaths. Also about taking things just as seriously as they deserve.
In the last episode in these series, I promised to share my thoughts on the possible reasons of my obsession with death and dying. Here goes the first post. But be warned! It won't be about more or less harmless rants on imagined tragedies. No. This time it's about actual death and suffering. Enjoy if … Continue reading So What’s My Problem with Death, Anyway? (1/3)
When the skies will tear the Earth’s guts out of her dying body, the time will come for the Tide Goddess to ride on a wave of blood and ice. She will be hungry, looking for anything she could devour so that it can be reborn. But the goddess will search in vain. Only the … Continue reading Tide Goddess
Welcome to another #GruesomeFriday! As you might have learned before, I thought I was having a terminal cancer for the better part of 2017 (while in reality, I was going batshit crazy). When I ran out of illnesses that could have explained why I felt like I was about to die soon, my sick brain … Continue reading How I Didn’t Drown
The boy liked his sweets all right. Even after the diagnosis, he couldn’t get enough of cakes and donuts, candies and cream. His world had slowly become a pink daydream covered in oozing syrup. The poor boy didn't even notice when he died. The painting reproduction used as a feature image and the source of … Continue reading Diabetic Dreams
Hey, I'm back with another episode in these gruesome series. And now it didn't even take over two months since the last one! How about making this a tradition? One post a week, every Friday? Or should I rather say #GruesomeFriday? Yeah, why not. Let's see if I'll be able to keep up with such … Continue reading How I Didn’t Die of Cancer
Too late the oryx realised she probably wasn’t supposed to eat those green-grey berries. Now seas of gooey sapphire were rising where the low grass of the dried-up savanna used to grow, and curious flying fish were flashing their bright red beaks in the thickening air. The oryx sighed. This was going to be a … Continue reading Lost Oryx
Shame on me and my overly ambitious plans. How long has it been since the previous episode of these gruesome series? Two months, maybe three? However long it was, I'm way beyond schedule. Sorry about that. I've been busy with life, and also writing a book (I'll tell you more about that some other time). … Continue reading How I Didn’t Die of Heart Failure
Oceanic Soup 