Writings of a madman who lived through a thousand deaths. Also about taking things just as seriously as they deserve.
Here I recall and analyse especially juicy bouts of my madness. Expect these posts to be brutal, honest and fun, in a rather weird sense of that word. Or at least that’s the general idea.
All right, let's get one thing straight from the very beginning. If you know me, or if you're particularly fussy about death, you may want to think twice before reading on. The style of this post is meant to be as morbidly playful as the rest of these gruesome recollections, yet it is exactly about … Continue reading How I Didn’t Kill Myself
Last time I mentioned we're soon about to get to the rock bottom of these series about my madness. We're nearly there, but you won't get the treat just yet. First we need bit of a buildup. I'll tell you a story that is quite funny in a way. Only it also turned out to … Continue reading How I Didn’t Toss My Son Off a Bridge
The last four posts in these series dealt with an unhealthy exposure to death as a possible reason of my madness. While that theory seemed really tempting for a while, I eventually ruled it out. Not completely, mind you, but at some stage I became sure that my life-long deathly contemplations and the actual premature … Continue reading How I Didn’t Burn Out
This is the last post in these series that involves actual people dying. At least for a good long while, I hope. If you've been here before, you might know about Mates, Apacka and Berry. They were my friends, and they are all dead. They've gone way before the fickle beast of life expectancy statistics … Continue reading So What’s My Problem with Death, Really?
If one death post a day is not enough for you, then you've just got lucky! In November 2017, I learned about another way too early departure of someone I knew. I was in Tokyo on a business trip. It was a crisp and unusually clear morning, with the rising sun painting the sprawling megalopolis … Continue reading So What’s My Problem with Death, Anyway? (3/3)
Here we go, it didn't take that long to break my vague promise of posting regularly every #GruesomeFriday. I'm one week late due to traveling and general laziness, but let's agree there is always time to make up for such sins, shall we? To remind you what this is about - welcome to the second … Continue reading So What’s My Problem with Death, Anyway? (2/3)
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)
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
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
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 