Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu



Day 34 – Adolescence as a disease


My building has at least two adolescent girls on each floor. Seriously, it’s like someone dropped a bomb here and only girls came out of it; boys would feel very uncomfortable in this building. Anyway, there is this particular girl downstairs that makes me shiver when I see her and the gang she is hanging out with. She is extremely pretty and of course, as any beautiful teenage girl at seventeen...

Day 25 – Compromises


Today I made a new compromise. Yesterday was also a day of compromises and I am sure tomorrow will be the same. A mute life, crowned with blind compromises. False friends that surround you and use your shoulder blindly until… until a softer and warmer shoulder will come along. Today I was in love much more than yesterday. Maybe I will do the exact thing tomorrow. What about me and you? You don’t...

Society is the devil itself


You are born pure, untouched by humanity’s deceits. You have almost a day of freedom when you enter the world and after that, society takes over. They start to shove paperwork into your parents’ face who get distracted and sign you off into a pitiful existence. And then the hell begins; vaccines of who knows what, against who knows which virus invented by the mankind, trauma of any sort...

My mentor died…


I think we all have a mentor whom we follow from the shadows and try to steal a little part of his genius to outline our actions. My mentor died today and one of my dreams just died with him. Ever since I’ve read my first book written by G.G. Marquez, I wanted to see him in person; that didn’t necessarily mean to meet him and talk to him or ask him endless questions about writing. I...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu