Writings of a madman who lived through a thousand deaths. Also about taking things just as seriously as they deserve.
As the year of 2018 was nearing its end, I wasn't in the best shape. My best friend and much cherished colleague had left the country for another job, and the research project we'd been shaping together to near-perfection over the past six years was crumbling. I desperately looked forward to a week of pleasantly … Continue reading How I Didn’t Break the Neck of My Daughter
There were times in 2018 when I was quite okay. It wasn't as intense as the first surprise attack of normalcy back in December 2017, but it felt pretty awesome all the same. On especially cheerful days I was even thinking my mental afflictions were gone. Which was yet another delusion my brain contrived for … Continue reading How My Son Didn’t Die of Several Wildly Improbable Illnesses
Remember my wife telling me she's pregnant back in November, 2017? The more or less inevitable conclusion of that physiologic process was due one summer day of 2018. While we were getting ready for the new arrival, my sick mind was putting on a bit of a freak show. But that was only to be … Continue reading How My Wife Didn’t Die in Labour
One would have thought the whole year of 2017 was pretty strange through the lenses of my damaged mind. I was dying of many rather unpleasant afflictions, be them acute or chronic. I also had the most intriguing experience of getting caught up in a number of fatal accidents. And when that onslaught of deaths … Continue reading How the Strangest Thing Happened to Me
It happened when the mad year of 2017 was nearing its end. To be more specific, it was November, a month called "listopad" in my mother tongue. It means "falling leaves" in English, which is a very fitting backdrop to this sore memory. I don't know anymore where we were coming from, and it's not that … Continue reading How I Made My Wife Cry
Oceanic Soup 