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Encounter with Bukowski and Post Office

Encounter with Bukowski and Post Office

Somewhere I had mentioned that I almost oddly remember my encounter with books, movies or philosophical questions. Like from where/whom or w...

The Woman In the Dunesโ€”Book Review

The Woman In the Dunes—Book Review

  This unsettling novel starts with this opening line: ONE day in August a man disappeared. We, literary observers, put this Japanese litera...

AI or Mescaline? What Do We Need?

AI or Mescaline? What Do We Need?

When I was younger, I tried to doze off couple of times. I tried everything. Likewise, Aldous Huxley one fine day, swallowed mescaline in hi...

The Archivist of Silence

The Archivist of Silence

Key Takeaway An Archivist builds a basement to trap silence, but silence outgrows him. When Sunyata vanishes without sound, absence inherits...

THE WIDOW by John Grisham-Book Review

THE WIDOW by John Grisham-Book Review

John Grisham is not exactly a secret name in fiction. Everyone else seemed to know him before I did. I was late to him, properly late. I onl...

Castaway: How We Have Grown Afraid Under Our Own Roof

Castaway: How We Have Grown Afraid Under Our Own Roof

Last Tuesday I'm scrolling through news and there's the Bondi attack. Sixteen dead. My hand just clicks before my brain catches up. ...

The Woman In the Dunesโ€”Book Review

The Woman In the Dunes—Book Review

This unsettling novel starts with this opening line: ONE day in August a man disappeared. We, literary observers, put this Japanese literat...

My 2025 on Cinema, Philosophy, and Books

My 2025 on Cinema, Philosophy, and Books

I don't remember the date 2025 began to feel old—I just remember a scene. I recall that around February I had written the saddest line e...

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