Then your lungs start to constrict. It’s like the air is on a strike and refuses to go down your throat. Your entire ribcage starts alerting the system that something might be wrong. A glitch. Perhaps it’s a false alarm this time. Perhaps a little sleep will reset you. Perhaps you will wake up brand new tomorrow.
Category Archives: Thoughts
“Banshees of Inisherin”. On grief of being ghosted by your closest friend
Have you ever lost a friend and wondered for years what happened for them to suddenly remove you from their lives? Have you ever replied the last conversations in your mind, trying to find traces of something that might have been wrong, looking for signals that you might have missed or completely refused to see? Because I did. I did and felt all of the above. And it left emptier with each new person who vanished from my life.
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.
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.
On fear. And not knowing how to get rid of it
Afraid of not getting rid of all these insecurities, of the feeling of falling from my own body, of not being able to enjoy the summer I’ve so much longed for.
On letting go. A very short letter (II)
Perhaps I won’t be able to look at your pictures for a very long time. And I somehow feel like I’m letting you go. I’m trying to hold you back for as long as I can, but you just vanish into thin air and it’s getting harder and harder and harder to reconnect with you.
Day one. On words, money and friends
I was so convinced I would detach myself from everything that kept me back for almost two years. But it took me way to little time to understand that more money can’t buy feelings. It can’t compare to the feeling of belonging.
A very short letter
What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?
Despre persoane cunoscute. Și despre invizibilii care-i admiră în tăcere
La sfârșitul zilei, suntem cu toții oameni. Așa cum spunea Toni Morrison, într-o fabulă: „you are not the work you do; you are the person you are.”
Despre oameni și flori. Selas, trandafiri, bujori și cârciumărese
Pentru mine, bunica asta bună și blândă și calmă, care mi s-a scurs printre degete de aproape un an, va rămâne un buchet de flori colorate și frumoase tocmai prin simplitatea lor. Asemenea unei iubiri modeste, dar devotate, care nu cere niciodată nimic în schimb.
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