Despre nimic

Asa cum i-am spus prietenei mele (initial fiind ironic) am sa scriu ceva despre nimic. Logic si normal ar fi sa reformulez si sa scriu "nimic despre nimic", sau eventual sa nu scriu nimic, dar asta ar fi o contradictie, m-as afla in imposibilitatea de a scrie daca as pune in aplicare aceasta regula, nimicul asta trebuie sa aiba o forma. Si iata-ma in fata unei mari dileme existentiale: cum si mai ales ce sa scriu despre nimic? E prea abstract sa ii dau o forma, dar o sa incerc, totusi, din strafunful mintii mele geniale sa formulez un principiu...

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The bubble story

There was once a boy, a normal boy, a happy boy, a boy who didn't know about fear, anger, disappointment, or any other of tose heart-tearing feelings. He had this bubble of his, protecting him from all it was bad and evil in this world. The bubble wouldn't let anything to go in, but also didn't let anything to go out. So we have this boy who couldn't express himself, who couldn't tell the world how he is feeling, who was unable to feel any sort of feeling. Nobody could understand him, not because he had speaking problems, but because the bubble...

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