Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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Day 269 – Childless mother (part IV)

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Holding her daughter’s hand. Paralyzed with fear, invaded by memories. Seventeen years ago she was standing in a waiting room, similar to the one they were in now. Or maybe the tiles were just a little bit cleaner. She too was judging the women around her, she too was afraid of death and compromise. But she had to do it, her career was depending on her and also… also she didn’t...

Day 248 – No words

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Sometimes, when days feel a bit weirder than usual, when the stars don’t align the way they should, when I am disconnected from the world by mistake, I lose my words. It’s like they run away to another planet and despite me trying to find them, it feels like they are forever gone. What’s even weirder is that they still appear in writing, they just fail to come out of my mind or...

Day 237 – Dead silence

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Shhh… all the noise from the outside world disappeared today. I am alone… at last. I tried to fight it at first, went to the window, opened it and focused: nothing. Nothing can bring back the noise for a while. Maybe all that is left is silence, a dead, coldĀ silence. I hear anything that’s dead must be cold; there’s no other option. I think death is warm. I think she comes...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu