Iara
November 1, 2026I was born on a Wednesday. A fine drizzle was falling—one of those that covers the city with an misunderstood melancholy, and the color of…
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Impermanence in silence
September 28, 2026Silence is not static, it demands impermanence. And there is a kind of scream that is not born from fear. It is born when something…