writing

  • A brief observation on how people sometimes meet an older version of you, and the moment when recognition finally catches up.

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  • After burnout forced a pause, I began to rebuild, choosing university, choosing creation, choosing myself. This is the story of how my voice returned.

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  • The Case of Gentleman Jack 3 Last night, the Time Traveller visited the Seer, someting all time travellers have to do! The peculiar, not old, just a woman living where the cliffs meet the sea, in a crooked cottage full of peat smoke, old maps, and the atmosphere that makes people accidentally tell the truth.…

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  • Beauty begins the moment comparison turns off. Confidence isn’t a competition but a presence, a feeling that moves through you when you simply exist, unmeasured, expressive, and seen.

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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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  • 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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