A bar. A pub. A few months after. She was with she who will never be named, because doing so will be to commercialize what’s essential. She will simply be, The Gift From Heaven Above. But TGFHA is the was but never will be. And Trager knew that. And so, with a little bit of [...]

Nikolai knew it was wrong. Nikolai knew he really shouldn’t be doing it out of the fact that it would be much like losing his dignity—his pride—and that is all that’s left of him, really. But Nikolai knew, deep down, that it’s now or never, and never was an option he didn’t want to go [...]

There are so much you can do with space, Trager would learn. For one, in the middle of the night, you can run over to an old building where you used to live, and, while packing up on some old things you used to cherish, you can spend more time being idle—a luxury you never [...]

SHE CAN’T REALLY DRAW. But In the middle of meetings, data gatherings and all the other energy heist in the office, she found herself doodling in a quaint little coffee shop in the metro which happened to serve the best pasta as well. She slipped in a little beer, for lunch, and while she’s waiting [...]

Sometimes you wonder why nobody ever made doctors about moments. I mean, yeah, it can be pretty hard to define for now, but if you think about it, it makes sense. I mean, come on, it’s almost like pre-empting possible psychological damage. Half of the nut case issues out there are because of moments, really.

Nobody ever listed moments as a primary need. But when you consider how much we are made by moments, you would realize how much of a slave we really are to it: a defining song to intensify a feeling; a lingering look; a perfect Sunday morning in the room which lets you gaze at someone while sleeping and you’re both under a comforter; a hand held while driving; a laugh shared while thinking of a word. Then there are the lethal ones.