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A stray dog trots across the cracked sidewalk, dragging a torn bag in its teeth. neon light flickers above a shuttered stall, throwing quick shadows against the wall. I lean against the rusted railing, breath steady, watching the city resist sleep. a man spits on the pavement,…

Everything ends, and most things end unnoticed. the chair left empty, the voice gone from a room, the echo fading. what remains is not the memory.. but the hollow it leaves behind. my reality isn’t comfort, it’s confrontation, but confrontation feeds clarity, and clarity is…

Every institution carries its mythology .. schools, governments, corporations , each teaching us what to fear, what to admire, what to silence. these myths are not neutral; they are machinery of consent. To study them is not cynicism but survival, for without awareness we…

Jung reminds us that the shadow is not a flaw but the buried foundation of character. we spend years polishing masks for society, only to find that what we repressed governs us more than what we parade. To confront the shadow is to reclaim agency , to wrestle with the…

The economy teaches you numbers while draining your hours into dust. growth is worshiped, yet its altar demands sacrifice from those with the least to give. Wealth does not trickle down, it walls itself off in towers of glass. ko-fi.com/dissonantlogic

A child’s mind is treated like clay, but the hands that shape it are not their own. schools turn curiosity into compliance, grading imagination into silence. knowledge is not taught, it is engineered to fit the mold of the state.. ko-fi.com/dissonantlogic

Barbed wire is sold as protection, yet it cages more than it shields... the prison system is not about justice, it is about control, recycling despair into obedience. Freedom becomes a privilege, rationed out like scraps to keep the illusion alive.. ko-fi.com/dissonantlogic

A man sat on a curb last night with a battered guitar, strings missing, body scarred. he plucked at what remained, coaxing half melodies from broken wood. the notes were crooked, uncertain, but they carried more truth than polished songs. I stopped, listening. people passed…

There are days when the world feels like an endless corridor with no doors, no windows just walls pressing inward. Isolation turns silence into a kind of noise, one that reminds you how easily people disappear. I carried that silence like a stone in my chest. yet belonging is…

I woke to the sound of footsteps echoing in the empty hall, a reminder that rest never truly belonged to me. the night had been cold, the ground unforgiving, and each breath carried the weight of uncertainty. fear sat on my shoulders like a heavy coat, whispering that safety was…

Censorship claims to protect, but in truth it sterilizes thought. words are amputated, ideas trimmed, until only approved narratives remain. what is banned is not merely speech, but imagination itself. a culture that censors loses its capacity to dream freely. Support unshackled…

Foucault revealed that power is not only top down; it circulates invisibly. discipline infiltrates schools, prisons, and hospitals, making obedience feel natural. power hides within routine until resistance feels unthinkable. awareness is the first crack in its machinery.…

Trauma is not just an event, but an echo. It reshapes memory, trust, even the body’s rhythm. It freezes time, so the past lives inside the present. recovery is not erasure, but transformation turning scars into symbols of survival. Support reflections that honor survival:…

Defense mechanisms shield the psyche, but at a cost. denial, projection, rationalization each spares pain but distorts truth. the shield can become prison if never questioned. growth requires the courage to face what was once unbearable. Support writing that pierces…

The collective unconscious is the soil where myths grow. It carries dreams older than any one life, whispering through symbols and rituals. to ignore it is to live shallowly; to engage it is to awaken ancient currents within the self. Support explorations of the hidden depths:…

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The silence of her absence weighs more than any noise. an empty hand where hers should be, a future on pause until I can stand on steady ground. loss is not a wound that heals with time; it is a reminder of unfinished vows. yet hope stands ready. each page I write is a…

I have walked streets at night when even the shadows seemed hostile, waiting for a mistake that could strip me of everything left. fear is a weight that presses into your ribs, whispering that collapse is near, that safety is for others. yet in those hours, I held to one truth:…

The city hums with indifference, and a man drags his bag from one bench to another, rehearsing the same survival rituals under neon light. In such cycles, hopelessness feels like law, as if the gears of power have already ground every path to dust. But even within the…

Heidegger saw technology not as tools, but as a way of framing existence. when everything is reduced to “resources,” even human life becomes raw material. Being is forgotten beneath efficiency. to resist is to remember that existence is not utility. Support writing that recalls…