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  • The Time Traveller. Expected memories but found interpretations, a reflection on how meaning shifts between kindness, fear, and the ghosts we see in good people.

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  • She had not returned to change the child, She had returned to understand her! As the adult I am now, there is something powerful about finally realising it was not only dyslexia and autism, but also the smaller layers underneath it all: dyscalculia, overwhelm, processing difficulties, nervous-system overload. Suddenly, things that once felt like personal…

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  • Notes from a Time Traveller. I stepped into this timeline today. Where the streets are restless, the headlines sharp, and people moved with that particular tension that comes when a country is tired of waiting for things to get better. And yet the air felt charged, as if everyone had been carrying a quiet, private…

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  • Notes From a Time Traveller! Belgium, from the early 1980s to the late 1990s.The classroom moved too fast for the girl near the window. When numbers flooded the blackboard, she could not hold onto them. Instructions arrived layered upon instructions: divide, copy, listen, hurry. A race she already knew she could not win. Fluorescent lights…

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  • The Case of Gentleman Jack When the archaeologist holds the remains of past ages, what stories pass through their fingers?The time traveller must borrow archaisms if she is to be heard at all, to prevent time from editing meaning into misread stories, so that others might hear what she heard. She took to a gambol…

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  • Standing Outside of Life

    Having an autistic burnout, and then relapsing into another while still in it, feels like standing outside of life. Everything is moving.You can see it, feel it, smell it.But you are not in it. You are not part of it. Time keeps passing, but every step forward feels like falling deeper into an abyss. It…

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  • Even new methods are designed in the moment, and the many moods that come of man and their minds. Even when travelling in time, we cannot influence the mood of the city, nor ask it to. We don’t breathe the air they breathe; we are only observing in the vast existence. We turn a corner,…

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  • Introduction: “This piece is a small defence of the human particular, against the comfort of the average.” A job application is submitted. Experience is real, grounded, and previously validated in human settings. The candidate has performed the role, navigated difficult conversations, and been recognised for their ability to connect with others. Then comes the response:…

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  • Wandering in early-morning thought, I began to ponder this little musing. We have become sloppy and careless.We have lost the skill to understand poetry,or even to stay with what we are reading and hearing. We speak without thought.We build strong bodies, cultivate minds, and learn to understand our emotions…But where is eloquent language?In what writing…

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  • Life as a Commodity

    What happens when the fiction we believe begins to fracture?And once we see the cracks, how do we travel from fiction to truth? More and more, life has become a commodity. Not just our labour, but our attention, our identities, and inner worlds. The political system and capitalism consume it like sugar, sweet, addictive, dissolving…

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