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“So, is the war over now?” “More or less. We’ve liberated most of the territory. Soon it will be in our total control.” “Who had occupied it?” “Nobody. It’s just that the locals were trying to break away from our country. Perhaps agents from enemy powers manipulated them into trying such an awful thing. We’ve been united for so many centuries. It’s unacceptable to allow such a large land to be stolen from us.” “Who was trying to steal it from you?” “The people leaving there. They wanted to be independent, but how can we allow it? They have always been part of our country and always will be.” “You say so, but countries are born and die, too. As time goes on, cultures and peoples appear and disappear. Ten thousand years ago none of the states of today existed.” “No, they didn’t, but neither did other states exist in the region. Our history was a slow process of growth and unification. After a while, we became a large and powerful entity that could generate a great culture and civilization. It’…
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There once was a lass who liked science

There once was a lass who liked science.
She said: "See the great compliance!"
It was rather modern,
But not so well trodden,
And she couldn't resist the alliance.

limerick by Marian C. Ghilea image by kellepics (

iota (part 2) ๐Ÿ… recovering ๐Ÿ…

๐ŸŒ› for other chapters, please see the end of this post ๐ŸŒ›  As the days passed, I began taking short walks inside the garden and visited the rest of the settlement. It was a village with twenty-five houses, all made of nicely cut blocks of stone and covered with wooden tiles. Each building was quite large and had three or four rooms. The village area extended all the way to the river bank and was bordered by ponds and forests in the opposite direction. Most of the people living here, almost a hundred souls, were farmers or fishers, but also occasional hunters on the nearby snowy mountain slopes. I felt safe in this place, now being certain that no soldier from Gold City would follow me to this location through the narrow and treacherous canyon. The locals spoke this elegant, musical tongue, very regular in structure and easy to learn, surprisingly similar to some languages from our world and especially close to Latin. The river, named Kai, was about one hundred meters wide here and th…

iota (part 1) ๐Ÿ’ฎ back to life ๐Ÿ’ฎ

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Light and shadow, alternating in slow motion. Colorful shapes with fuzzy edges moving in spirals. And with them, a feeling that time is flowing along a tiny closed loop and I’m living the same moments again and again.
Pain. Agony. Perhaps time itself is an illusion… I feel like I’m riding on a giant pendulum back and forth between past and present, never reaching the future. Is this a direct experience, or is it an intense memory that came to haunt me from the depths of my brain?

I couldn’t understand what was happening to me. It seemed I was being lifted from the ground and carried away. My vision was blurry and my sense of hearing was not working, so I couldn’t be certain of anything I was experiencing at that moment. I was unable to move or talk, all I could do was breathe slowly, but even the air coming in and out of my lungs felt sticky and viscous, like a mixture of water and mud.
Everything I was going through didn’t s…

theta - ๐ŸŒŒ dreams, lizards, and rapids ๐ŸŒŒ

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Once upon a time I, Chuang Tzu, dreamed I was a butterfly, a butterfly full of life, fluttering back and forth, feeling happy and perfectly at ease in this state. I was completely unaware of being Tzu. Suddenly I woke up and here I was myself again, the genuine Tzu. Then I realized I did not know whether I had formerly been ,aming I was a butterfly, or whether I was now a butterfly dreaming that I was Tzu. Yet, between Tzu and a butterfly, there has to be a difference. This is a case of what is called the Transformation of Things.
A breeze of cold air touches my face and I open my eyes. I am awake now, with the words of the great sage resonating inside my head. Why have I just remembered them so intensely while being asleep? It’s almost dark and I can see pale red shadows dancing above me on the low, rough ceiling of the cave.
I lift myself into a sitting position. Scratching noises are coming from the area in my front, hidden i…

่œฅ่œด – Tokage – Lizard – ลžopรขrlฤƒ – Lacerto


Aki no yoru
saigo no tokage
ishi ga naru

Autumnal evening -
the last remaining lizard
becoming a stone

Searฤƒ de toamnฤƒ -
devine piatrฤƒ

Aลญtunvespero -
lastrestanta lacerto
fariฤas ลtono

Poem & photo: Marian C. Ghilea, all rights reserved


eta - ⚔️ Night ♕ #attack, ๐ŸŒ˜ #underground exploration ⚔️
๐ŸŒš for other chapters, please check the links at the end of this post ๐ŸŒš
June 20, 5 p.m. (or at least this is my best guess) — Two days have passed since my previous log entry. I am now a prisoner of this giant underground maze. My current situation is uncertain. In case I can’t find a way out and shall die here, I hope that at least this notebook, describing the final days of my life, can be discovered and read at some point in the future by my people. Or by any people who might pass, by chance, through this place. I shall let myself go again through my latest tribulations, while my pencil will be writing down my thoughts. And so, the events that took place during this time are filling up now, one after another, these little white sheets of paper.

In the eve of June 18, sixty men from the crew of Excelsior came to the cave located near the freshly discovered gulf, carrying special torches that used whale oil and could last for…