Personal chronicles. Notes from the desk where the work happens. Reading, writing, body, and the small details that turn out to be structural.
By: A person who realized email marketing isn’t spam if it’s clever 🫠 Introduction: Everyone Pretends There Are No Algorithms When you land on Substack, a blank white page gently winks and whispers: “This is your voice, your style, your audience.”You…
I grew up in the USSR. As a child, I learned something early: violence could be shown — but intimacy could not. This poem begins with the question no one could answer: why was it allowed to hit, but not…
17 in Science this morning. I checked. Still me. Eight months ago I showed up here with zero subscribers, a browser translator, and the kind of English that makes native speakers wince politely. Every post: written twice. Every comment: checked…
I didn’t want to be nice.I wanted to be precise. Niceness is social lubrication.Precision is friction. The system prefers lubrication. Niceness feels like safety.Precision feels like threat. And yet: Niceness preserves comfort.Precision preserves reality. When I state a fact, I…
Some people call it intuition.Some call it coincidence.The real question is: why does perception make others uneasy? People often ask me: How do you know? My answer is simple: I don’t know. I don’t know your sore spot. I don’t…
Warning: “This text is not about violence or addiction, but about a deep rethinking of oneself and one’s perception of the world. Here I am asking myself questions that may be uncomfortable, painful, but honest. If such reflections can hurt…
Cluster Headache Diary Cluster headache is one of the most severe pain conditions a human being can experience, yet it remains widely misunderstood and misdiagnosed. This text is a first-person diary of living with cluster headache — sometimes called “suicide…
The first part was about a second where the system turns on before fear — and keeps control under the physical limit. This one is about the moment after, where there is no more movement, and the limit is created…
A personal essay about a stone hitting a windshield on a Siberian highway — showing how acute stress splits brain, body, calculation, panic, and an “observer,” and how memory keeps a survivable frame, not the true scale Reader note: This…
There is always a moment — quiet, unceremonious, almost funny —when a person suddenly realizes: “I’m not confused.I actually know what I’m doing.” It can happen anywhere: — in a bank office,— in a Soviet village,— in someone’s Substack comments,—…