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The dark bagel at the core of your life: It’s everything, it happens everywhere. You see it all at once

I write this text late at night. I just left the cinema and I have no clue how to process what I just seen. So I open the phone and start typing my unfiltered perspective on Everything Everywhere All at Once, hoping that, by the end of it, I will be able to untangle some of the feelings I have related to the movie. It might contain spoilers, even though I will try my best not to.

Welcome back to Alta’s World, a letter

I’ve been gone from this place for a couple of years. The truth is, I could not find the words to keep telling my stories. To describe what I was going through.

Standing still, a poem

here’s to another season of sailing cold waters, looking for that island of sun and gold.

testament, a confession

but sometimes i am light that’s been cast on a wall by a sole mistake of the universe.

let go, a prayer

let go of old loves , of friends who no longer ask ‘how are you’, of enemies you made up in you head

poem to the one i miss the most

i can feel all that rage i used to have
all that darkness, all that emptiness turning into something that, in time, might become as bright as the light itself.

letter to the ones who left, letter to the ones that remain

at the end of the day, when things get better, when things get worse, all we need is the certainty that somewhere in the world there’s a shoulder you can lean on.

Despre plecări neașteptate. Când ce e corect este, în același timp, greșit

Mă gândesc la cum ne hrănim cu dramele altor oameni. Câștigăm bani din dramele altora. Ne plătim cafeaua, vacanțele, facturile din ele. Ca și cum i-am mai lovi o dată, când deja se află sufletește cu mult sub nivelul mării. Pe cale să zacă în propriile ruine, din care vor renaște mai disfuncționali decât oricând.

Despre aparențe și conexiuni. Doamna care mi-a adus primăvara

Doamna Georgeta pare o femeie simplă – parcă regăsesc câte ceva din mama în ea -, însă odată ce se apucă să vorbească despre ce face, despre cum pasiunea i-a marcat cumva viața, îi apare în ochi o sclipire care mă face să mă gândesc la cât de grozavă trebuie să fi fost când era de vârsta mea.

On Pain, Fear and Uncertainty

There’s nothing worse than fear. Fear eats your soul, bit by bit. Never ceasing to work its own destructive way.