I cannot write in the stillness of life. My ink must be drawn from chaos And utter difficulty. The page must tremble in unsteady hands, While the lips quiver words of unrest — Truth lies in uneven lines. - Laura Chouette
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I cannot write in the stillness of life. My ink must be drawn from chaos And utter difficulty. The page must tremble in unsteady hands, While the lips quiver words of unrest — Truth lies in uneven lines. - Laura Chouette

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Echoes
Every shadow we cast on one another
drowns our light and leaves us blind
Observation and recognition
of their origins set us free
lets us see reflections of ourselves
and what lies behind
- Profound Reverie 💙 Photography Series, 2024
The world is a stage
you can control—
as playwright:
the story,
the plot,
the ending,
and the characters.
But you cannot
control the function of it—
the lights,
the sounds,
the audience.
And that’s life.
– Laura Chouette
House Lights Fade
If the Multiverse Theory holds water, then somewhere—out past the static and the screaming neon—there’s a version of you who never flinched. No broken dreams. No nights spent staring at cracked ceilings wondering what could’ve been. Just you, unburdened. You, laughing without the weight. You, untouched by the slow erosion of hope.
But maybe that version of you looks back through the veil and envies this one— The one who dared to feel it all. The one who turned regret into rebellion. The one who built a myth from the wreckage.
So, if you’re reading this from the edge of your own collapse: You’re not the failed version. You’re the one who made it sacred.

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Is it sadness when we cry at birth?
Is it happiness when we laugh?
Is it invention or nature?
Matrix or nonsense?
Lack of serotonin or a surge of dopamine?
Thinking machines with imbalanced neurotransmitters.
Awareness of slowly dying, awareness of time slipping by,
the waste of life – wake up, work, eat, sleep, degrade yourself, die.
Dying robots.
We are broken from within,
dead, pitiful, walking corpses.
I am, you are, they are –
not the alphas of this world, but its destroyers.
Not omegas, but self-annihilators – of body, of mind, of the Earth.
The aching awareness of impermanence, of unfulfilled dreams –
but maybe that’s nonsense too.
The Emperors locked us in cages called Life.
-Hildegarda Hepnarova, 05.08.2025
TIME
The lapse of the pulse remains irrepressible with blackness melded and shades inexpressible, the infinite infinite compressed into nought and measured by that of sight and thought. Hours, years, and centuries all rhyme – it’s the rhythm of life, the rhythm of time.
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Alejandra Pizarnik
Poetic Analysis of Alejandra PizarnikLiterary Tradition: Latin American Poetry, Surrealism, Feminist Poetics MEAN THEMESAlejandra Pizarnik’s poetry stands as an indelible mark of the existential agony, the psychological strife, and the deep yearnings of the self. Pizarnik’s work interrogates language’s ability to capture the inexpressible anguish of being, exploring the impossibility of…