The Art of Saying Nothing. Necro-Speak

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There’s a special kind of language that doesn’t tell you what’s happening—it tells you what to feel about it. It’s an art form, really. A performance where words pretend to inform but actually sedate. Bureaucrats, generals, and “information managers” have refined it into a linguistic ballet: graceful, bloodless, and utterly lethal to thought.

It’s called doublespeak. Or, in the more poetic tongues of the East, necro-speak—the language of the … Read the rest

The Finch And The Falconer

By Eric Le Roy

     

                         

“The world is a comedy for those who think, and a tragedy for those who feel” – Horace Walpole

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Only the Lonely” was the signature song of a guy named Roy Orbison, a star in the early rock’ n’ roll era. Orbison died in 1988 of a heart attack at the age of 52. Songs are full of lonely guys; they were back … Read the rest

The Psychology of Pessimism

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If the universe had a mood, it would be Monday. Entropy marches, coffee cools, batteries drain, and socks vanish into an event horizon behind the washing machine. Against this cosmic backdrop, optimism can feel like a form of bad arithmetic. Yet here we are—hairless apes who invented anesthesia and sourdough starters—still arguing about whether the glass is half full, half empty, or a … Read the rest

Abandoned Crib

Content 18+ Cosmic wind was blowing dust, created billions of years ago. Of course, it was not an earthy wind produced by air movements, but the mighty power of gravity and thermonuclear reactions, forging cosmic objects in an infinite vastness of the Universe.

The dark round object was flying through one of the spirals of swirling interstellar clouds, silent and untouched.

planet abandoned

An observer might notice the deep scar on one … Read the rest

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Prisons and Prisoners. Power of Difference. Part 4.

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Our crew in the hospital consisted of doctors from both Departments of Surgery. We didn’t converse a lot with the therapists. Those who were engaged in purulent surgery were located on the first floor and we in “clean surgery” were based on the second level. There were only two doctors including Anatoly, and they were downstairs on the first floor. When he had gone on one of his
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