Politics of Drama

Unlike any webpage that talks about sociopaths, this blog post is nothing else but a unique reflection on dealing with them from an...

A country with roots of imperialism and a past that is linked to 80 colonies is, surprisingly, using migration as the phenomenon...

Who made us believe in the unreality of pain? No, it is not a feeling. Don’t be silly, it does not change. This pain is...

The first images proving the narratives about Hydra date back to 700 BC. Perhaps it's not quite what you expected to read after the...

The sunlight will break through the blindfold tomorrow morning, so please allow me to hold on to my worries until then. Perhaps I'm...

The world where society works in a way that social behaviour is consistent with what people want and what they say they want is a...

Passengers not allowing you off the train before boarding. The newspaper readers take over the space of your seat to accommodate their...

Not one friend will dare to turn up before 11 pm. And here you are, with a printed photo and a handmade frame. That one loyal person,...

His excitement about disappointing people emanated right from the moment Oliver was born. What a cheeky block. It's a healthy baby, the...

Are you brave enough to recognise your own double standards?

A bit of a rush this morning. A 15-minute walk to Hendon Central Station keeps me away from showing up at my desk before unpredictable...

Amid a rapidly changing world that is globalising all possible ways of being, does silence really not tell you anything? Quite often, I...

-You'll have to eat shit before you can succeed-. It took me years to dimension the weight of every word in that phrase. I had heard that...

There are quite a lot of layers that build up how you play a key role in racism. Family, friends, and colleagues, on the one hand, and...

Are there any limits on the conception of 'normal'? It's tough to understand it in the 21st century. The etymology of it is the...

He was there. She was there. The pain was there, too. The three of them had one thing in common that day: they were all waiting to wait....

My story of love is far from being a ponytail story where the Freudian studies on the Oedipus complex are often represented by a prince...