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by Futility on Aug 5, 2015

Spring neurosis 2014

Are you familiar with the expression spring neurosis? I wouldn’t think so… I want to believe that I somehow coined or invented the phrase, although I’m pretty sure a certain symbolistic poet may have used it, or at leat suggest it (...
by Futility on Mar 23, 2014

Spring neurosis 2014

Are you familiar with the expression spring neurosis? I wouldn’t think so… I want to believe that I somehow coined or invented the phrase, although I’m pretty sure a certain symbolistic poet may have used it, or at leat suggest it (...
by Futility on Mar 23, 2014

Back on the ropes…

When people asked me what do I want to do when I’ll be a grown-up, I didn’t know what to answer… Years later, and I still don’t know what to answer. Lawyer, maybe… Nah… Writer? Film… something? Human being???
by Futility on Mar 21, 2014

Back on the ropes…

When people asked me what do I want to do when I’ll be a grown-up, I didn’t know what to answer… Years later, and I still don’t know what to answer. Lawyer, maybe… Nah… Writer? Film… something? Human being???
by Futility on Mar 21, 2014

Cap. 1 – A gusty night

The night was quiet, too quiet. All you could hear was the soft warble of the water flowing somewhere behind the tree line. The bright sky, filled by glowing stars and a full moon, couldn’t enlighten the night through the dense foliage of the j...
by Futility on Jun 6, 2013

Cap. 1 – A gusty night

The night was quiet, too quiet. All you could hear was the soft warble of the water flowing somewhere behind the tree line. The bright sky, filled by glowing stars and a full moon, couldn’t enlighten the night through the dense foliage of the j...
by Futility on Jun 5, 2013

The prelude

Sky’s dark and grey, while the wind screams around the corner of the street, carrying fresh leaves and old dust. The sky looks so interesting in a mixture of heavy clouds, but somehow, the focus of action stays on the ground level. While the ra...
by Futility on May 23, 2013

Raining throught the sun

It’s raining all again, after such a long time. I almost forgot the sound of the splashing water against the concrete, the smell of my street in rain, the image of the sky, the heavy clouds, the pressure and the psycho-spiritual relief, but som...
by Futility on May 13, 2013

Independence day

I`d like to be independent, like I once read in an dusty novel, between old pages. Among those blurry lynes, few words arised, clear and alive, only few that I`ll remember years later, at the moment of writing, one simple statement written at the clo...
by Futility on May 10, 2013

F*ck the dream!

You wake up one morning and you’re f*cked up. Your whole life is upside down and you ask yourself “What the f*ck happened with me to get here?”. You already know the answer, but you push it away… You can’t stand those em...
by Futility on Apr 28, 2013

The social nightmare

Sometimes I feel myself like in Orwell’s 1984, incarcerated into the social space, marked by my poor material conditions. For this fact I will never be able to reach my potential. My inner spirit is slowly dying under the influence of outside s...
by Futility on Apr 18, 2013

In the first line

- Cease the fire! Goddamnit, stop that fucking thing! The trigger was trembling under the push of his tense finger, making the machine gun spit hundreds of bullets towards them. From last night untill now the enemy was pushing the line they were hol...
by Futility on Apr 11, 2013

Spring neurosis

It’s spring again. The sun shines brighly over the sky, watching, taking care of the small and insignificant creatures from down below. The warmth got everywhere and everything. There is fresh smell in the air and a new chapter is ready to be w...
by Futility on Apr 2, 2013

I hear it pouring

A storm’s coming… The city rushes. The city screams. The noise Fierce, mighty noise! It grows higher and stronger. It goes up, up in the sky. The shrieks The sound of the dying. Strong, futile shrieks. The sound That symphony Such a hard...
by Futility on Mar 26, 2013

It smells like brimstone

I got out last night. The sun was hidden beyond the heavy clouds. He was waiting for his shift to end. The moon, at a throw of a stick, around the corner of the sky, was waiting for its turn to enlighten the world. The rain finished. I could still s...
by Futility on Mar 22, 2013

It rained with peace

It’s windy out here. A pleasent and warmth gale, like a sea breeze. The clouds above are waiting. For what? Isn’t all just a hazard of fate? Isn’ the world working on a chaotic pattern? It starts to rain, softly, with singular drops...
by Futility on Mar 20, 2013

Pleasure of life

The pleasure has no color, nor smell or taste, Is just a simple reflection of the primal desire From which I live. The pain is a simple reflection of that primal desire, I live by its side, I may cross its way, I follow its path, Where it leads?̷...
by Futility on Mar 19, 2013

The rain falls in the lights of the street

I got down in the street today. The lights just went on…how beautiful the dusk is, probably the most beautiful time of the day. No. Not probably. For sure. The clouds lay heavily above. I could smell the rain. I was waiting for the rain to burs...
by Futility on Mar 15, 2013

From your humble fellow

It’s raining cats and dogs as I’m writing these words. I don’t know why, but I always fancied the rain and the atmosphere around this natural phenomenon. No… I love it! Maybe it’s my way to go deep in insights or just to...
by Futility on Mar 11, 2013


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